Chapter 2847 - 2856: Don’t Think I Wouldn’t Kill You Just Because You’re My Son
Chapter 2847: Chapter 2856: Don’t Think I Wouldn’t Kill You Just Because You’re My Son
"Do you think I don’t dare to kill you?" Wesley’s voice was devoid of any human emotions, cold as ice. As long as August Oliver dared to say yes, he would immediately grab a gun and kill August Oliver.
August Oliver wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, suppressing the overwhelming hatred in his eyes, and said as calmly as possible, "What did I do wrong to deserve such a warning?"
Wesley squinted his eyes, his sharp gaze landing on him, as if scrutinizing him. After a while, he twisted his mouth into a sneer, "Don’t play tricks in front of me. I’ve seen through your little games since I was twenty! You know clearly what you did."
"I don’t know." August Oliver raised his head, meeting his gaze, and answered decisively.
His fearless demeanor made the cunning man doubt for a split second, but only for a moment, then he returned to his unreadable, ruthless coldness, "Was it you who dealt with the Harper Family?"
The Harper Family and Oscar Group have always complemented each other.
The two families are considered to have a supportive relationship.
Now the Harper Family’s trouble was due to the evidence August Oliver provided to the prosecutor’s office. With the news spreading, what would people think outside?
"Yes." August Oliver admitted straightforwardly. Since he dared to act, he had already thought of his reason, "The Harper Family is linked to Oscar. I want the Oscar Group, so I dealt with the Harper Family. What’s wrong with that?"
The veins on Wesley’s hand bulged as if he wanted to strangle him, but he held back at the last moment and repeated ambiguously, "You want the Oscar Group?"
In such a high-pressure environment, August Oliver didn’t flinch, gritting his teeth and unashamed of his desires, "Yes. I want the Oscar Group, not just the Oscar Group, I want everything! I want to stand at the top of the pyramid and decide the lives and deaths of others at will! I want money, and I want power!"
He spoke with such force and power.
Wesley’s furious eyes gradually cooled down, a trace of admiration flashing through as he looked at him.
"You are my blood, Wesley’s blood! I love the way you wear your ambition on your face."
The next second, he squinted his eyes again, raised his hand, and ruthlessly slapped August Oliver across the face—
"However, I hate being deceived! Even more so, I detest people playing tricks in front of me!"
August Oliver propped himself up on the marble floor with one hand, spitting out a mouthful of blood, in a sorry state.
Wesley didn’t even raise an eyebrow, his face cold and expressionless as he said, "Don’t think I don’t know what you’re thinking. I have only one son, but you better understand, I don’t have to keep you. To me, you’re just icing on the cake. Without you, this flower, it doesn’t matter to me."
Heartless enough, cold-blooded enough!
"If you, this flower, ruin my grand plans, I will ruthlessly cut you off! Regarding this Harper Family incident, I’ll consider it merely your impatience to grab shares from Oscar. If there is a next time, I will surely make you understand what regret truly means!"
Wesley pushed his wheelchair, rolling ruthlessly past him, casually throwing out a comment, "Reflect well on your stupidity over the next few days while you’re here! Until I release you, you best not contact the outside world, otherwise, you may never leave!"
The others followed him, like a tide, leaving the villa.