The Established Siblings of the Pack

“Sir, this week, the Wynns have been obedient and served you in every possible way. Why are you still trying to hurt us?”

Henry had only realized about it at this moment.

He said tremblingly, “That’s right. My grandson has already been disabled. Why are you still unwilling to let us go? Are you only going to give up after seeing our downfall?”

Speaking of Alex, Henry felt pain as his expression became darker.

“Sir, although you’re a noble person, I am already eighty years old. Are you still not satisfied after I’ve washed your feet, massaged you, and bowed to you every day to greet you this past week?”

“Of course, I do. I’m very satisfied.” Mason leaned back on the sofa and reminisced. “I haven’t been served like this for many years.”

Hearing this, Henry and Clarence couldn’t help but ask in unison, “Then, why are you still trying to harm us?”

Mason spread his hands. “It is for your own good when I asked you to sign the contract. I have no idea Ares would let Clerk Corporation off the hook.”

Hearing that, Henry and Clarence stayed silent while the Wynns looked at each other in dismay.

Clarence’s face turned pale. Clarence asked, “W-What do you mean by that? Aren’t you Ares, the God of War?”

“Who told you I am Ares?” Mason looked innocent. “I am just an old tramp. You are the one who wanted to apologize and serve me. I never said I am Ares!”

It was dead silence. The living room seemed to freeze as it was eerily silent.

come back to his senses. With a trembling hand, he pointed at Mason. “Y-You are not Ares. You

are kind-hearted. You found a doctor to

gave

Henry. Not only did he wash my feet every day, but

a mouthful of blood. In addition, he was sad. He had never been so

video was still circulating online! He was so proud of it. Now looking back, it was a real shame and a joke. This dark history

vomited another mouthful of blood as he slumped since he had been through too

was worried about the Clark Corporation. This morning, he was shocked by the bank’s loan reminder and fainted. After leaving the mess to Reene, he had been beaten into the abyss again in just a few minutes.

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