Xu Yang sat at the same spot in Wellspring House where he once dined with Matteo, the events of that day vivid in his mind.
People often say not to let a little benefit cloud your judgment, but what about a hundred million? Who could refuse that sum?
Xu Yang took out his cash card, lifted it into the air, and stared at the numbers in the top right corner. It was too much to spend; there were still more than ninety-six million left, an amount that one person could never exhaust.
We exert all our efforts, but isn't this what it comes down to in the end?
As long as I can find a way to get my warrant in Kyushu High Pavilion dismissed, then I will have true freedom.
How could the warrant be eliminated?
They must confirm my death, otherwise the mega corporation would never let it go.
