Chapter 1631: Don't embarrass yourself further, nephew.

[Short Flashback]

"Why?"

Jonathan paused mid-sip of his wine, lifting his gaze to the woman seated across the dining table.

A glamorous woman tilted her head, cupping her face as she leaned forward. Her eyes swirled with curiosity, glancing up at him.

"Why do you hate your... uncle?" she asked, her voice laced with deep intrigue.

Jonathan smirked and chuckled, setting the wineglass down. "What makes you think I hate my uncle?"

"You don't?"

"I don't like him, but that doesn't mean I hate him," Jonathan shrugged, chuckling. "He's... you could say, the biggest antagonist of my life. But he's also the reason the two of us are here. If not for him, I don't think you'd have anyone eating this dinner with you - or drinking such an exquisite wine."

He didn't even think she would ever get to taste this kind of wine in her life.

"Then I will not dislike him!" the woman declared. "As long as he treats you well." Jonathan snorted, making the woman furrow her brows.

"What is it?" she asked.

"It's nothing." He waved a hand. "Let's just not talk about him, okay? I want to finish this meal, and talking about other people ruins my appetite."

"Okay..." The woman hummed, tucking a portion of her hair behind her ear. She pouted a little and sighed.

heard not long ago that... you were actually married?" she asked,

do you? You already knew I was married

mildly pinched her

world never promised fairness, babe, but on a side note, that's actually your charm," he chuckled. "Don't worry about my wife. She's going

[PRESENT TIME]

that Jonathan

clinging to anything he could hold on to just to feel in control. The only time Jonathan had felt true hatred was when he was thrown into prison-dragged down by Zoren in a scandal

then, Zoren had tossed everyone-family members, higher-ups, even

hadn't lived long enough for that hatred to root itself deeply in his bones. So, no, he couldn't say he hated Zoren to the core. He understood that, for now, he needed

am very sorry, Zoren Pierson. But I can't let you walk to your death. Not yet. Not when you owe me an

and picked up the pistol instead of the phone. Without

the same time, he was aware that the number of laser

was now holding Zoren

hurt each other, Zoren," Jonathan proposed. "Why don't you just leave, hmm? I mean, if you really want to find the person pulling the strings go look for them. But I'm not the one who's going

kill Zoren-the very person keeping him

innocently. With the pistol in

on the other hand, stared calmly at the

a word, he took a

his brows at

he warned, keeping the gun aimed at him. "Stop right there. I'm not joking, Zoren Pierson. I might not shoot your chest,

you," Zoren replied, taking another step. "And they won't

staggered backward. He still gripped the pistol, finger

he called again, raising his chin. But then he froze-Zoren had stopped just as the muzzle pressed against his

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