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.”

ma’am? They’ve been talking the nastiest shit about you the whole ride, you

“Sorry about that. That’s my biological father,

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

why I paid him. You could never be too careful

gestured toward the

narrowed as realization

mother’s grave is,” he

never

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

grabbed Harry, trying to steer him away

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

fuck?! Don’t you dare listen to her, Miles! Don’t!

was too tempting to

a son!” Harry roared, trying

walks

on purpose. I wanted to drive a wedge between them, to remind them that I

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