Heir of the Mob Reclaims His GloryChapter 3

I had a dream of falling endlessly.

I dreamt of being nineteen.

I told her that when I was fifteen, I took a knife for my sister from some enemies, the blade piercing my back.

I lay in the hospital for half a year. When I got out, my studies were completely ruined, so I dropped out.

She trembled as she kissed the snake-like scars on my body.

She saved her meal money, running all over the city's bookstores to pick out textbooks for me.

In the dim yellow light of our rented room, she held me, teaching me word by word from books I no longer understood.

She said I was hers. Inside and out, for life.

I dreamt of being twenty-one, on her birthday.

I learned from the elders back home, and personally made her a nourishing chicken and fish maw soup.

Her office door wasn't fully closed.

Soft moans drifted out.

I kicked the door open.

Wilson Wilder was naked, her long hair swaying. Adam Schwarz was behind her.

The chicken soup splattered over both of them.

Wilson Wilder was unfazed, helping him wipe off the traces.

"Work stress, darling. You understand."

I smashed the office to pieces. She didn't even blink.

But when I picked up a glass shard and walked towards Adam Schwarz.

She shielded him.

"Anything, come at me. Adam and those other men are different."

Young and hot-headed, I severely beat Adam Schwarz with my bare hands.

The Schwarz family threatened to sue me; she used every means, soft and hard, to suppress it.

The cost was her not coming home for a year.

"Julian, you disappoint me so much."

Her betrayal had been foreshadowed.

She said I didn't understand her as those other men did.

She stopped teaching me long ago, pulling strings to enroll me in an MBA program.

I didn't understand those coding algorithms, those capital models.

But I once believed so deeply.

I understood the weight of two hearts relying on each other.

I understood how to bet on a woman before she made her fortune.

My biological father died at a card table.

Turns out I was just another gambler with poor luck.

...

"Sir."

Thomas's voice pulled me back. He was covered in wounds.

My phone was handed to me.

【WilderTech to be renamed SchwarzTech tomorrow】

【Wilson Wilder convenes board meeting to transfer 10% shares to Adam Schwarz】

I had trusted her, only holding 8%.

She ensured Adam Schwarz always outranked me.

Thomas pulled out a crumpled invitation. Tonight's gala, official announcement of the change.

I quickly bandaged his wounds.

Some matters needed to be settled before I left.

"Thomas, the Wilder family has a saying."

Old Thomas smiled at me.

"Today she eats the bitter fish and endures the thirst. Tomorrow, someone else will settle the score with her."