“Is that all, Young Master?” Micheal asked as Smith snatched his phone with a cold look on his face. “Of course, that's all. Or else can you help me?” Smith asked in a calm tone as he stroked his chin gently. His heart burned with rage as he remembered what Micheal had done. How he had sex with his ex-wife, claiming that he was trying to help him avenge. He didn't like that approach at all. Although he wanted to make her life miserable, he never intended to use such a despicable way to punish them. If he does that, what different would he be from them? “Please don't leave me here all along, Young Master. Please forgive me,” Micheal gripped his feet firmly, not giving him a chance to move his feet. “I will but not yet and you won't tell me when you release you or not,” he said and Micheal loosened his grip on his trousers. “Please don't forsake me here, Young Master. I have learned my lesson. I can't survive a day inside here,” Micheal wailed bitterly as he watched Smith walk aw

“Huh.”“What did you say?” Smith asked and pretended as though he didn't hear her. To be honest, he heard her loud and clear but he wanted to make fun of her. That was what she loved to do especially when it involved him. There's nothing wrong if she has a taste of her own medicine as well. “I said I'm sorry…” she muttered in a calm tone. She was annoyed but she dared not to show it especially when her family's fate depended on Smith's decision. She couldn't bear to act recklessly. “What happened to the Daddy part?” He asked and chuckled mockingly then stroked his chin. He had a sly smile on his delicate face. She bit on her lips and clenched her fist, trying to control the rage that was burning profusely inside of her. She knew he was paying her back for what she and her family did to her. She knew if she was the one, she would do worse so she couldn't blame him. It was indeed a slap to the face that she was kneeling before her ex-husband, who used to be her family's underdog

“So easy?” Smith muttered and chuckled mockingly as he stared at Madam Kate who slumped hard on the floor. She crawled backward in fear as he leaned closer to her. She whined in pain as her bone cracked. “How do you feel that you failed after sending those assassins at me?” He asked in a cold tone, caressing his chin calmly. She looked up at him with a surprised look on his face after hearing his question. She was surprised at how he managed to know about her plan. Although she never got any feedback from those assassins she sent, she believed they wouldn't leave a trail. How did he manage to know? It was a surprise how he managed to survive the assassination. “You must be surprised how I managed to surprise and know it's you, right?” He asked and she shook her head quickly. “How do you…” she stammered, unable to complete her statement as fear clouded my mind. She couldn't dare do anyhow knowing that someone was somewhere afar watching her with a sniper. She thought she

“What!” She gasped out in shock after receiving Smith's response, attracting unwanted attention to herself. She swallowed the lump in her throat and tightened her hand around the phone. “Please tell me you're not serious,” she said and he scoffed. “I don't know why you called to confirm whether I killed her or not. I did that because she deserved it. Didn't she?” He asked and she swallowed hard. Although she knew her grandma deserved whatever he did to her, she wasn't aware that he would go to such a length as far as killing her. It came as a huge shock to her considering how meek and submissive he used to be when they were married until she divorced him. Somehow, she began to regret her actions. Maybe if she hadn't left him, all this wouldn't have happened. It dawned on her that he was holding back because of her. Nothing could be used against him. She was no longer married to him so he owed her nothing. “Yes, I did but I can't believe you could do such a thing. How could you?”

“What do you mean?” She looked up and stared at him with a confused look on her face. It came as a shock to her to hear such an accusation laid against her grandmother. He claimed she hadn't only tried to kill him once but twice. Of course, she didn't expect that. Even though her grandmother used to be cruel and arrogant, she couldn't be ruthless to try to kill him, not after she did what she wanted and divorced him. How could she do such a thing? As much as she didn't want to believe him, she had her suspicions about her grandmother. Although her grandmother came with some thugs to Smith, she believed she only wanted to scare him to beg on their behalf before the Emperor. “I'm sure you heard me clearly,” he responded and stroked his chin, maintaining a calm demeanor. “Yes, I did but I don't understand anything that you just said. I hope you'll put more light on it,” he said. “There's nothing to put light to. When she comes back to life, ask her how many times she has tried to