"What? Do you feel suffocated inside?" A cold smile spread across Asher Land’s lips. He had waited too long for this day. Finally, the ti had co to end it.
It was already very difficult for Nathan Land to speak. He half-parted his lips, moved them, but nothing ca out.
"I don’t want you to suffer any longer. Let the three of us brothers show you our final ’filial piety’, okay? We’ll give you a quick end."
"Use the dicine." Asher Land dropped two words, and Ace Williams stepped forward with the dicine box.
In truth, this last use of dicine was not only a release and a relief for Nathan Land but also for Ace Williams.
Every ti he administered the dicine to Nathan Land, he felt as if he was cutting short his own life by half a year, trembling with fear.
Oscar Land and Luke Land turned their heads away in unspoken agreent, avoiding the scene of Ace Williams injecting the dicine into Nathan Land...
The colorless liquid was slowly injected into Nathan Land’s body as the syringe was pushed down. It was the last ti, truly the last ti.
Asher Land slowly closed his eyes, too many things roared through his mind, yet he only caught a shadow.
Sophie Smith.
If he could, he wished he could appear in front of her right now and say to her, "Sophie, let’s leave here and take Alexander back to Eastern City."
He seed able to predict her expression; she would surely be very happy, she surely would.
Her gentle, peaceful smile appeared in his mind over and over again, and he smiled in empathy.
Ace Williams placed the syringe back into the dical box and carefully walked over to Asher Land.
"Young Master Three, the master’s illness is beyond rescue now..."
Asher Land slowly opened his eyes, his gaze fell on Nathan Land lying on the bed.
He was motionless, his body stiff, and had stopped breathing.
Dead, Nathan Land was dead just like that.
It really felt like a dream. Before Sophie Smith appeared, he thought he could never escape Nathan’s control in his lifeti. Unexpectedly, one day he actually managed to do it, though it took quite a long ti.
He picked up the will from the table and handed it to Oscar Land and Luke Land.
"Look at it once more. If there are no objections, then it stands."
"Third Brother, are you really sure you don’t want to stay at the headquarters?" Luke Land asked sowhat regretfully. "With you here, to be honest, I’m much more at ease."
"Yes, Asher, the Golden Era Consortium needs you, why not stay?" Oscar Land also chid in.
Asher Land had decided to give up his high-ranking position at the headquarters and return to Eastern City to continue serving as the Golden Era Consortium’s CEO for the Asia Region. Naturally, this was sothing Oscar Land and Luke Land were reluctant to see because, given Asher Land’s capabilities, he would undoubtedly play a crucial role in the future developnt of the Golden Era Consortium.
"If your objections are solely about this matter, then please hold onto them. I am determined to return to Eastern City." Asher Land said no more, turned around, went to the bed, grabbed Nathan Land’s hand, dipped it in red ink, and pressed the fingerprint onto the docunt.
Everything seed to be settled.
Asher Land tossed the docunt at Luke Land.
"It’s nearly done; just one more performance will do."
He believed that once Nathan Land’s death was announced, it would surely cause a sensation throughout the city. What they needed to do was simple: just ensure that no one targeted them.
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