If he had known the outco, he would rather die than utter those words.
He said he didn’t want to be poor anymore, didn’t want to be the son of a barmaid, didn’t want his mother to be taken advantage of by filthy n every day, so he decided to go back to Europe with those people.
He was certain that following them would allow him to stand at the top of high society and no longer be humiliated.
Indeed, later, he succeeded.
ntion the na Asher Land and others would show him respect.
However, only he knew how much he lost to gain these superficial things.
...
The drizzle turned into a downpour, and eventually, an umbrella was no match for the attack of the rain, soaking much of his clothes.
"President Land, the rain is getting heavier, do you think we should head back?" Robert Williams braved the rain and approached, speaking to Asher Land.
His lips moved, but because the rain was too heavy, Robert couldn’t hear a thing, though looking at Asher Land’s expression, he seed in a foul mood, so he dared not ask further.
He stood before the gravestone for about another half hour before turning away.
Robert sighed with relief and quickly opened the car door for him.
The car drove back to the manor, Asher Land stepped out, and just as he was about to return to his room for a bath, he unexpectedly saw soone he didn’t want to see.
"Third Young Master Land, where are you headed?" Enzo Land, holding a lit cigarette, was shrouded in smoke, squinting his eyes in a seemingly provocative manner.
Though nearly fifty, perhaps due to good maintenance, he looked barely over forty.
"What does it have to do with you where I’m going?" Asher Land sneered in disdain, tossed the umbrella to Robert, and headed upstairs.
"Oh, I rember, isn’t today the anniversary of your mother’s death? Did you go to see her?" Enzo Land’s unrestrained laughter echoed, "Truly pitiful, you’ve been away for ten years, and no one from the Land Family has visited her. Then again, since Big Brother and she never even had a marriage certificate, in what capacity would the Lands visit her?"
"Haven’t you said enough?" His long fingers pointed in Enzo Land’s direction, and even though he was usually calm before the Lands, the ntion of his mother ignited his fury.
"Not yet." Enzo Land took a drag of the cigarette, blowing out a ring of smoke, "A woman of such loose morals doesn’t even deserve to be in the Land Family’s cetery!"
"I told you to shut the f*** up!" Asher Land strode over and, with a powerful punch, hit his arrogant face without holding back.
Enzo Land couldn’t withstand the force and fell to the ground.
"President Land, don’t be rash." Robert Williams pulled Asher Land back, mindful that they were in Europe now, not Eastern City. Here, Old Master Land was around, and if anything happened, how would they handle it?
"Asher Land, how dare a bastard like you be so arrogant?"
Bastard?
Yes, to the entire Land family, he was rely regarded as a bastard picked up off the street.
Fine, he’d show them the power of a bastard!
Asher Land shook off Robert, gripped Enzo Land’s tie, and cornered him against the wall.
"Perhaps you’re still in the dark about so things, so maybe I should remind you." He curled his lips in a haughty grin, his eyes filled with unmatched confidence.
"As long as Old Master is alive, you’ll never have the power to seize control. Even if the Old Master is gone, the Golden Era Consortium won’t fall into your hands!"
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