"Mom, we'll discuss these matters later. Right now, we have something crucial to take care of: what to do with my dear cousin?" Anthony Varley looked at Victor Quinn.
"Cousin, isn't it time to wrap this up? You're tired from acting, so you should take a break."
"I... I..."
Victor Quinn's lips trembled.
He knew the game was over, that he was utterly defeated.
There was no chance for a comeback!
What comatose patients?
Liars!
What Anti-Jiang Alliance?
A rabble!
A bunch of idiots!
Victor Quinn could foresee, imagining how miserable the end would be for those who thought they controlled everything, like Charles Hawke.
Victor Quinn once fancied himself as a sinister, cold-blooded, cunningly ruthless snake!
But now he understood, Frederick Varley was the true snake!
Frederick Varley was truly ruthless, truly venomous!
Playing his enemies like puppets!
Compared to Anthony Varley, he was just an earthworm!
