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The endless darkness harbored imminent dangers.
Gonzalez City, Radcliffe Hotel.
Otis Radcliffe sat in the presidential suite, holding a glass of wine.
Although it was late at night,
the room was filled with people.
"Congratulations, President Radcliffe, on your successful comeback. I’ll drink to that!"
The local bigwigs of Gonzalez City were almost all sitting at this table, each bearing a flattering smile.
Everyone eagerly raised their glasses and drank with abandon.
"I am pleased to contribute to my hometown and to work with all of you," Otis swirled the red wine in his hand and said calmly, "I know you all have your doubts, but in time, you will understand. Following me will never lead you astray."
"Indeed, our President Radcliffe was talented from a young age. Though he was naive and driven out of Gonzalez City, look now— a dragon is destined to soar eventually!"
A local builder, slightly tipsy, spoke with a flushed face.
But as soon as he finished speaking, the expressions of everyone at the table changed dramatically.
It was precisely the topic they should have avoided.
Otis’s return in glory was most marred by any mention of his past.
The fact that Julius Reed had broken his legs was common knowledge among the people of Gonzalez City.
Was the builder the only one aware of it?
Yet no one dared to stir this pot of trouble.
A moment of silence fell over the table.
Otis’s expression subtly changed but quickly returned to normal.
"It doesn’t matter. Who hasn’t been young before?"
He raised his glass and suggested lightly, "Shall we toast to youth?"
"To youth!"
Everyone raised their glasses again and laughed as they drained the wine.
"Mr. Martin."
After drinking, Otis looked at the builder who had spoken earlier, "Back in the day, you started your career with demolition, right?"
"Exactly!"
Desmond Martin, his face flushed from drinking, boasted proudly, "Back then, I was penniless. But I caught a break with that project and made a fortune!"
As he recounted his rise to riches, he was quite proud of himself.
Even to the point of being despised.
"Actually, you really should have studied more back then. Trust me, education does more than just impart knowledge—it also saves lives," Otis said lightly.
At that remark, everyone sensed something amiss.
Otis’s words carried an underlying message!
Someone kicked Desmond Martin under the table, trying to remind him not to speak out of turn.
But drunk on wine, how could Martin realize he had misspoken?
"President Radcliffe, what’s the use of education! I can barely read, and look at my employees—all from top universities, yet they still work for me!"
Under the influence of alcohol, Martin became even bolder.
Waving his hands, he shouted, "Believe me, my secretary in the office, she’s a PhD who studied abroad! What use is that? I just fling money to part her legs. Education, what bullocks!"
Otis chuckled and scanned the room, "Who brought him here?"
"It was me... President Radcliffe..."
The suit-clad man next to Martin slowly stood up, his head bowed.
He dared not meet Otis’s gaze.
In fact, many believed Otis had simply encountered a benefactor or struck it rich out of sheer luck.
However, only those who had proper dealings with him knew just how much his demeanor had transformed!
Nobody knew what the once spoiled son of the Radcliffe Family had been through in the past few months.
"Third Brother of Leopold Family, your friend is quite the character," Otis commented to the man standing up, nodding with a smile.
Thump!
Frightened, the Third Brother of Leopold Family suddenly knelt down, "President Radcliffe, I..."
"Third Brother, what’s the matter?"
Desmond Martin hadn’t grasped that danger was creeping in.
Accustomed to speaking without restraint, he saw nothing amiss.
But the Third Brother dared not utter a word.
He had seen Otis’s eyes—they were not human, but those of a beast!
"Third Brother, what are you doing?"
Otis swirled his glass and took a savoring sip, "We’re friends here, you’ve had too much to drink."
After speaking, he set his glass on the table, turned his body to address a strange man, "Young Kensington, I need to use the restroom."
"Uh-huh."
The man called Young Kensington, dressed in a white suit, spoke for the first time.
Previously, he just drank and never spoke.
"Desmond Martin, shall we go together?"
Otis Radcliffe stood up and walked over to Desmond Martin.
"Sure!"
Desmond Martin, proud and pleased, looked around at everyone at the table and then got up to leave the private room.
It was indeed an honor to go to the restroom with President Radcliffe.
"Desmond Martin, do you know why I had you study?"
As they walked, Otis Radcliffe suddenly spoke.
"Haha, I am but a simple man, unlike you, President Radcliffe, a cultured person."
Desmond Martin laughed loudly, walked into the restroom, and unbuckled his belt: "I don’t need to read books, it’s useless!"
"Reading is good; otherwise, you wouldn’t even know how you are going to die."
After saying that, Otis Radcliffe suddenly made his move and strangled Desmond Martin from behind!
Having his legs broken by Julius Reed was the humiliation of his lifetime!
Even now, he dreamt of himself sitting in a wheelchair, crying in despair.
But today,
Desmond Martin even dared to bring up that incident!
If he didn’t die, who would!
"President... President Radcliffe..."
Desmond Martin’s face turned red as he struggled frantically.
"Have a safe journey." 𝒏𝒐𝒗𝒑𝒖𝒃.𝙘𝒐𝒎
Thump!
Otis Radcliffe dragged him to the window and pushed him out with force!
From several stories high!
Desmond Martin plummeted freely.
His heavy body smashed onto a car below with force.
The alarm blared loudly, his body was obliterated.
"Hmph."
Otis Radcliffe stood by the window, pulling out a cigarette.
He lit it silently.
He had survived a few devilish months.
Mind, body, and even his thoughts, had undergone earth-shattering changes.
He was no longer the reckless rich second generation who always called Julius Reed an idiot and wanted to fight.
Now, he wanted Julius Reed to lose everything and kneel before him.
Three minutes.
A cigarette burned out.
Very slow.
Only when the fire from the cigarette butt burned his fingers did Otis Radcliffe realize he had finished the cigarette.
He flicked the cigarette butt out the window, looking at his scarred hands.
He left the restroom with a smile.
When he returned to the private room, it was silent as a tomb.
Especially Third Brother of Leopold Family, who instinctively looked towards the door.
But only Otis Radcliffe came back.
"Sigh."
Otis Radcliffe sighed and sat back down at his spot.
"President Radcliffe, is there something bothering you?"
Someone asked.
"Just now, Desmond Martin drank too much and insisted on climbing to the restroom window to sing. I couldn’t stop him. He slipped and fell."
Otis Radcliffe picked up his glass, deeply saddened, and took a drink.
The people in the room gasped!
He was dead.
The Desmond Martin who was boasting just now was obliterated...
"He wasn’t lucky enough to work with you."
The rest quickly picked up their glasses, pretending to be sad: "He brought it upon himself; it’s nothing to do with you!"
"Though that’s the case, I still feel guilty."
Otis Radcliffe shook his head, waved his hand and said, "Let’s call it a day. Thomas Pendleton and Third Brother of Leopold Family stay behind. Everyone else, we’ll meet again next time."
The people present felt relieved.
But Third Brother of Leopold Family’s face was as white as paper.
