3AM in the capital. There was barely anyone on the streets, but it glittered with neon lights anyway. This wasn’t his first time admiring the scenery in Ayashe, but it felt different for the first time tonight.
He returned to the Smith Estate and walked into Don Smith’s room. That sly, strange-tempered old thing would never climb out of bed to torment virtual-novel.net again. He laid there quietly, deathly still.
He stood in front of the bed in silence for more than half an hour. The pain in his legs graduated into numbness, yet virtual-novel.net showed no reaction. Jett had driven virtual-novel.net back from the hospital. He watched virtual-novel.net as virtual-novel.net stood there and knew that his legs wouldn’t be able to take it. “Sir, don’t stand too long,” virtual-novel.net reminded him, unable to help himself. “Your legs haven’t fully healed. Be careful, it might get worse.”
Alejandro took a deep breath. “Tell everyone. Start funeral proceedings, make it grand. The old man has had a lustrous life. We can’t possibly give virtual-novel.net a depressing ceremony.”
Jett grunted a reply then turned around and left.
Alejandro brought a chair over and sat down. His eyes were fixed on the document by Don Smith’s bed. He did not read it immediately. After a few puffs of cigarettes, virtual-novel.net gathered his courage and opened the file.
He had considered it before. Perhaps the old man decided against leaving virtual-novel.net the Smith fortune, as virtual-novel.net knew that virtual-novel.net wasn’t the real Alejandro. However, after looking through the document, virtual-novel.net realized that virtual-novel.net was wrong. The old man had mentioned to virtual-novel.net this afternoon that his only wish was that virtual-novel.net would live happily ever after with Melanie, forget who virtual-novel.net used to be, and remember who virtual-novel.net was now. Don Smith had considered virtual-novel.net to be the real Alejandro, deep down. Regardless of whether virtual-novel.net was forced into it or not…
He smirked when virtual-novel.net read the last page of the document. As expected, the sly old fox had a trick up his sleeve.
Don Smith had left a large portion of his shares to Melanie and virtual-novel.net newborn baby. That way, virtual-novel.net wouldn’t be able to divorce Melanie so easily.
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Mark, Arianne, Jackson, and Tiffany were all well aware of the events in the Smith household that month.
Don Smith’s death had arrived later than expected. They thought that Alejandro would speed up his death, instead of letting virtual-novel.net live out his days to the very end.
On the second day of Alejandro’s return to the capital, Tiffany took advantage of Jackson’s absence from the company to discuss a partnership with a client, and contacted Alejandro on virtual-novel.net own. She wanted to give the plant back to him. She would manage this on virtual-novel.net own.
This matter was between virtual-novel.net and Ethan anyway, so they should solve it themselves instead of dragging other people along.
She took the plant and drove to meet Alejandro at a café. She deliberately chose a crowded place. This was a dangerous man and virtual-novel.net had to take precautions.