"Samson," grandpa Porter's eyes narrowed, dark and icy.
"Are you threatening me?"
Back then, he had chosen Samson as his puppet to manipulate the Luther Family's main lineage precisely because of the man's cowardice and stupidity.
Had he misjudged him after all?
"If that's how you see it, I can't help it,"
Samson swallowed hard, his jaw clenched tight.
"After all, I can't shoulder all the risks alone while you reap the rewards, can I?"
He stole a glance at Grandpa Luther before hurriedly looking away, gritting his teeth as he pressed on.
"Besides, don't you want to see that old bastard take his last breath with your own eyes?"
Of course, those words had been carefully rehearsed under Grandpa Luther's instructions.
Otherwise, Samson wouldn't have dared to speak so recklessly even with ten extra lives.
The words hung in the air, leaving Grandpa Porter silent.
For decades, he had always been overshadowed by grandpa Luther.
