A gun.


    He stood there, frozen, surprise dancing in his eyes.


    Benny had a gun on him.


    He’d clearly prepared for this confrontation.


    Seeing the change in Matthew’s expression, Benny curled his lips into a sinister smile and pressed the pistol more against Matthew’s waist.


    “You have three minutes.


    Hand over Prosperity Group, or die right here,” Benny sneered, the gun cold and unforgiving in his grip.


    “That old man has no other heir but me.


    He’ll turn to me to fill your shoes.


    ”


    Matthew met his gaze unflinchingly, his voice steady despite the threat.


    “Prosperity Group will never be yours, and it will stay that way.


    Someone like you, soaked in darkness, doesn’t deserve its legacy.


    ”


    “Me? Soaked in darkness?” Benny’s eyes turned venomous as he aimed the gun at Matthew’s leg.


    “You think you’re some saint? Don’t forget, you’re just a bastard yourself.


    What gives you the right to judge me?”


    Matthew’s eyes darkened.


    “If your heart wasn’t stained, why go after an innocent woman? Should she pay for your hatred?”


    “Shut your mouth! One more word, and you’re dead!” Benny’s rage boiled over.Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org.


    He pressed the gun harder against Matthew’s leg, his face contorted with anger.


    “Why you? Why do you get everything while my Loved ones rot in the ground?”


    Benny once had a tender andpassionate mother, yet he could only bear witness to her sumbing to illness in the end.


    In contrast, Matthew’s mother lived a life of Luxury, residing alone in a vi and indulging in the riches befitting a wealthydy.


    Struggling to make ends meet, Benny found himself with no choice but to dip into the underworld, which ultimately implicated his fiancee.


    He yearned for a respectable life, but no one gave him the chance.


    He stood alone in his struggles.


    He had no one but himself.


    Matthew gazed at Benny for an extended moment.


    At that moment, he knew that any further conversation was futile.


    Benny was beyond saving.


    He seemed irreversibly consumed by hatred.


    “Benny,” Matthew said.


    “If you want to lead Prosperity Group, go for it with your own skills.


    I’m up for your challenge anytime.


    But keep your hands off my family.


    If you do, I won’t let you off the hook.


    ”


    He took a step back, ready to leave.