The Richest Man in Metropolis is My Backer by Dream Searcher

Chapter 335

“What?! Why-”

“You just want me dead as soon as possible, don’t you, bitch?!” Harry roared, snatching Cameron’s phone. “Well, I ain’t gonna die so soon! You can count on that.”

“We’ll see. Patience,” I replied, amused.

Naturally, I wanted him to live longer–my revenge plot deserved more time.

Did these idiots really think I would buy them a burial plot after they died? That I cared enough to do anything with their corpses?

I wouldn’t even use Harry’s ashes to plant a tree. I could bet the sapling would just wither and die.

Half an hour later, we arrived.

Cameron started shouting at me the moment she stepped out of the car. All three of them complained.

I ignored them and turned to the Uber driver, handing him 150 dollars. “This is for you–to come with me into the cemetery.”

are they to you, ma’am? They’ve been talking the nastiest shit about you the whole ride, you know?”

biological father, his

what a bunch of shameless pieces of shit,” the man muttered, shaking

I paid him. You could never be too

and gestured toward

narrowed as realization set in.

your mother’s grave is,”

never been

years ago! He has nothing to do with her,

Harry, trying to steer him

old man up the hill, and

dare listen to her, Miles! Don’t! Cameron shrieked.

being broke. An easy 700 dollars was too tempting to resist. “Come on, Dad. Since we’re here, we

of a son!” Harry roared,

walks

wanted to drive a wedge between them, to remind them that I was the one

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