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.”

up at the extra cash. “What are they to you, ma’am? They’ve been talking the nastiest shit about you the whole ride, you know?”

biological father, his mistress,

of shameless pieces of shit,” the man muttered,

was exactly why I paid him. You could

turned to the group and gestured toward the hill. “Alright. Let’s take a stroll.”

narrowed as

mother’s grave is,”

coldly. “And you’ve never

insane?! Your father divorced her years ago! He has nothing

Harry, trying to steer him away

Miles and offered, “Miles, carry your old man up the hill, and

Don’t you dare listen to her,

was sick of being broke. An easy 700 dollars was too tempting to resist. “Come on, Dad. Since

son!” Harry roared,

walks off, you get nothing.”

drive a wedge between them, to remind

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