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.”

“What are they to you, ma’am? They’ve been talking

biological father, his mistress, and their

pieces of shit,” the man

was exactly why I paid him. You could never be

group and gestured toward the hill. “Alright.

narrowed as realization set

where your mother’s grave is,” he snarled.

never been here before.

insane?! Your father divorced her years ago! He has nothing to do with her, so why

steer him

offered, “Miles, carry your old man up

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

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

of a son!” Harry roared, trying to walk away.

bucks, Miles. If he walks off, you get nothing.”

I wanted to drive a wedge between them,

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