<h4>Chapter 95: All External Help Failed</h4>


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    At Cloud Manor...


    In the living room, several bodyguards stood guard at the entrance, standing tall and solemn. An assistant in a ck suit was checking Pei Yutang’s luggage.


    Outside the French windows, the night was cloudy and dark. Pei Yucheng sat on the couch in loose,fortable loungewear. He had a cigarette between his fingers and he looked rxed.


    Pei Yutang, who had knelt down next to his legs, was crying loudly. “Big Brother, I’m begging you. Please, just forgive me once. I won’t do it again...”


    “President Pei, Third Young Master’s luggage is all ready. He can leave for Country Y at any time. I’ve also made arrangements for the school. It’s the private school you chose personally. It’s entirely enclosed, and the premises are secure. I can take care of the application tomorrow morning.” The assistant stood aside as he reported politely.


    Pei Yutang red fiercely at the assistant, as though he wanted to eat him up. “Damn you! I’m not going! I will rather die than go to that ce!”


    After Pei Yutang protested, he scrambled and moved toward Pei Nanxu. “Second Brother! Second Brother, save me! Say something! Help me change Big Brother’s mind!”


    Pei Nanxu sighed softly and looked helplessly back at him. “Yutang, don’t you know Big Brother well enough? I have already said whatever I could. If I continue to plead on your behalf, it might backfire.”


    Pei Yutang hastily asked, “Then how about Dad? Did you ask him?”


    Pei Nanxu shook his head. “Dad said that it’s up to Big Brother to decide.”


    Pei Yutang was utterly bbergasted. “F*ck! Is he my father? He doesn’t even care about his son because he is too scared of Big Brother?”


    Pei Yutang, who was at his wits’ end, had to plead with Pei Yucheng once again. “Big Brother, this incident was really an ident. That assh*le, Song Yaonan, really deserved a beating! That’s why I couldn’t suppress my anger in a drunken state. Can you please give me another chance on ount of my good behavior in the past two years? Please, Big Brother...”


    Pei Yucheng exhaled and blew a puff of smoke out of his mouth. There was no trace of emotion in his eyes. “Cheng Mo, take him there personally.”


    His assistant bowed his head. “Yes, President.”


    He turned around to face Pei Yutang. “Third Young Master, please.”


    Pei Yutang sat there on the floor in a daze. He felt like his blood had turned cold and his world was crashing down on him.


    He knew it. His brother never changed his mind. Absolutely never.


    He was finished...


    All his efforts in the past two years had been futile.


    Pei Yutang grabbed Pei Nanxu’s leg out of desperation. “Second Brother! Second Brother, save me!”


    Pei Nanxu, who didn’t have the heart to ignore his little brother’s pitiful pleas, tried once again. “Big Brother, he has indeed behaved well in the past two years. He has improved so much. I’ve investigated the incident. Although Yutang hit him first, it was only because the other party had provoked him. He didn’t intentionally cause trouble for no reason.”


    Pei Yutang nodded furiously, hope glimmering in his eyes once more.


    Pei Yucheng turned and nced at Pei Nanxu with a cryptic smile. “Do you intend to interfere?”


    Pei Nanxu felt tremendous pressure crushing him the moment Pei Yucheng’s eyesnded on him. He broke out in a cold sweat as he replied, “I’m only stating the facts. Of course, I know that your decisions are always right.”


    Pei Yucheng had been less bad-tempered during the past two years, so he had forgotten how domineering and overbearing his brother could be. Why had he questioned his decision repeatedly?


    Pei Yutang felt crestfallen and defeated when all external help failed...


    How could his brother change sides so easily?