The financial storm caused the Rothschild Family's business to shrink, but that was nothing; after all, it was just some money lost.
Barrette's heart ached for his wife who had died of illness, but it was ultimately in the past and beyond retrieval.
What currently worried him the most was the curse concerning his daughter.
Now fifty years old, his daughter was not yet eighteen, a latecomer, whom he valued over anything else.
His wife had already left him, and if his daughter were to fulfill the curse, he truly did not know what courage he would have to continue living.
"What a vicious curse!" Feng Tianyou couldn't help but inhale sharply upon hearing this, "But the words of a curse are often too mystical and exaggerated to be true!"
"I didn't believe it either at first, but with so many years gone by, the first two curses have already come true, how do you explain that?" Barrette countered.
"This..." Feng Tianyou could not reply and turned his gaze toward Xiao Chen.
