Aware that this was an added challenge by Preston, Landon abandoned the fight and sprinted for the


    elevator a dozen feet away.


    He frantically hammered the elevator button. A few secondster, the door creaked open slowly.


    To his dismay, inside the elevator stood five attackers, each wielding sharp des.


    Preston was rxing in a pool lounger, smoking his favorite cigar brand. He yed his favorite


    clubbing music from his phone, which was already out of style.


    Every few minutes, he would look at his watch. Then he would smack his lips with satisfaction and


    continue to rest his eyes.


    After 20 minutes, the elevator facing the entrance to the pool slid open with a ding.


    Preston''s eyelids fluttered open a fraction before a jolt of awareness sent them springing wide.


    He watched as Landon stepped over the bodies beneath him with heavy but determined footsteps. He


    slowly made his way to the pool, as if he were the God of War, returning triumphantly after a bloody


    battle.


    Landon''s icy, handsome features were smeared with blood. His white button-up shirt was stained a


    vivid red.


    "Huh... You''re quite something, you little brat," Preston muttered, taking a heavy puff of his cigar, a


    growing sense of respect for Landon evident in his eyes.


    He hadn''t expected Landon to emerge from the elevator alive.


    In his younger days, Cornelius had been a formidable figure, striking terror into the hearts of many. And


    now, Landon disyed traces of that same awe-inspiring presence.


    Despite appearing pale and feeling cold, Landon''s re at Preston was intense as the former entered


    the pool area. Multiple cuts adorned his body, and the wound on his arm was still bleeding.


    He came close to dying in the elevator. Only because of his love for Lauren and concern for Angelina


    was he able to stand up to the deadly des.


    "My dearest nephew, you''ve done well." Preston gave him a thumbs up.


    "Lauren and Angelina, where are they?" Landon breathed heavily as the sweat dripping down his face


    washed away the blood.


    "Now that you''re here, what''s the rush? Let''s have a heart-to-heart as uncle and nephew," Preston


    said, turning off his music with a mysterious smile. "Especially since we''ll never have this chance


    again."


    "Did you kill my father and grandfather?"


    "Of course," Preston replied, his smile unchanged.


    "Why—"


    "Because they stood in the way of what I wanted."


    "What you wanted? Preston, you''re shameless and delusional." Landon''s words were sharp, his gaze


    piercing. "Harper Group was never yours. My grandfather worked hard to build it, and Harper Group


    earned the prestigious title of being one of the Big Four thanks to my father''s tireless efforts. Our


    achievements today have nothing to do with you!"Content (C) N?v/elDra/ma.Org.


    "No, no, no." Preston wagged his finger. "What is mine simply refers to what I want. As long as I want


    something, it belongs to me."


    He was a true psychopath!


    "Landon, when you were young, I quite liked you. You were a sweet, chubby little thing. I even held you


    in my arms," Preston reminisced. "It''s such a shame that you are my brother''s son. If you were mine, I


    would give you the world."


    "You want to be my father? Not in your wildest dreams!" Landon scoffed bitterly. "It is not strange


    that you have these thoughts. After all, you''re infertile. God is truly fair; your infertility is a fitting


    punishment from a just world. It''s just nature''s way of sparing your offspring from your cruelty."


    Preston''s smile faded, reced by a darker gaze.


    "If you want my life, I am right here. Let Lauren and Angelina go, and I''ll y with you for a while."


    Landon''s gaze was cold.


    "You really are my brother''s son. You''ve got balls!"


    Preston then hollered, "Frank, let the twodiese out!"