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.”

they to you, ma’am? They’ve been

“Sorry about that. That’s my biological

a bunch of shameless pieces of shit,” the man muttered, shaking his head. “Don’t worry. I got your

exactly why I paid him. You could never be too careful with people

toward the hill.

as realization

is where your mother’s grave

never been

divorced her years ago! He has nothing to do with her, so why bring him here?!”

grabbed Harry, trying to steer him away

“Miles, carry your old man up the hill, and I’ll pay

listen

too tempting to resist. “Come

son!” Harry

If he walks

on purpose. I wanted to drive a wedge between them, to remind them that I was the one calling

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