Making Millions With The Eyes Of God by Eric Gus

"Charlie, you piece of trash! Now that all of you have already been driven out of the Wilson family, this villa will have to stay in the Wilson family. I came here to collect the villa on behalf of the Wilson family today!" 5

Claire gritted her teeth before she said, "You guys are simply too much! You are trying to snatch the villa by force simply because you failed to get Charlie to give it up to you?!"

Jacob also yelled angrily, "Harold! This villa belongs to my son-in-law. No one can take it away from him!" 2

Harold spat and began cursing, "Who the hell do you think you are, Claire? You are now just someone who has been chased out and disowned by the Wilson family. Do you think you are qualified or worthy enough to talk to me?" 4

Then, Harold raised the crowbar in his hand as he pointed it at Jacob and continued to speak, "And you, old man. Do you think you are still my second uncle? Hurry up and get out of this villa now. Otherwise, I will break your legs!" 2

Charlie was extremely furious, and he asked coldly," Where is Barry?"

Harold stepped forward and laughed before saying, "Oh, you mean the old man who was guarding the villa? Well, I got rid of him after giving him a good beating.

From now on, he should know clearly who the true owner of this villa is."

"You hit Barry?" Charlie asked with a cold expression on his face. 1

Even though Barry was a butler who previously worked for the White family, since Zeke had already placed him in charge of this villa, he was one of Charlie's people.

Uncle Barry had always been very loyal and respectful to

the fact that Barry was already more than sixty years old this year. Charlie could not believe that Harold would not

know who his true master is? I have to beat him up so that he

that, Harold

and without holding

Bam! 1

on time, and Charlie's fist hit him directly on his

you still standing there?! I

trash dead!"

at the bodyguards with a wild and crazy expression plastered on

took out some long knives before

I really want to see how you are going to get out of this alive! Let's see whether your fists are harder, or whether your skin is thicker than the knives!" 2

of the day, he was still made of flesh. He was only human.

had an indifferent

can take my life just

at such a fast speed a s he fought

though the bodyguards were all holding a long knife in their hand, they could not even