Meanwhile, Miles and Lana were sitting on the couch. The TV was on, rolling the scene where Linford got beaten up by that man who lost his family.

Lana popped open a bottle of wine. She didn’t feel any joy seeing that, but she could tell Miles loved it.

“I heard Bradley’s stocks just took a huge troll. Is this your purpose?”

“No!” Miles’s eyes fixed on the widescreen, the smirk on his lips a bit maniac, “I want more than that. Do you want to see Cristelle Friesley fall, Lana? Do you want to see her fall like her mother?”

A ghost of a smile finally showed on Lana’s...