"If I were you, I wouldn't press that button."
After killing Sandler, the Chen Residence's skilled home defender, with a bottle of poisoned wine, Chen Ziwen immediately felt revived.
At this moment, years of pent-up frustration were washed away.
For some reason, his mind was suddenly flooded with more ideas.
"Is it really enough just to get the Tiger Talisman? Why should I have to prove myself to the old man? This family is inherently mine; everything belongs to me."
There was no mirror in front of him.
Chen Ziwen hadn't noticed that his eyes had quietly turned blood-red, as an extreme greed surged violently in his heart.
"Initially, the old man was just a down-and-out middle-aged man, who somehow deceived my mother, persuading her to commit the family's entire wealth to support his business ventures.
As time passed, the business grew larger and larger... Who deserves the credit for that? Isn't it all thanks to my mother?
