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.”

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

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

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

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

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

narrowed as realization

is where your mother’s grave is,” he

coldly. “And you’ve never

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

steer him away from the

to Miles and offered, “Miles, carry your old man up the hill, and I’ll pay you 700 bucks.”

listen to her, Miles!

tempting to resist. “Come on, Dad. Since we’re

bastard of a son!” Harry roared,

bucks, Miles. If he walks off, you

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

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