Leon Battleson pressed on his sowhat sour stomach, looking oddly at Oliver Battleson in front of him,
"If it hadn’t been for Mia White or the support from the White Family, do you think the Battleson Group could have developed? Oliver Battleson, do you really think you’re so capable?"
"You rebellious child! You’re clearly the spawn of that despicable woman, raised as such a disgraceful being! I should never have spared that woman’s life back then!"
Oliver Battleson’s eyes were filled with bloodshot veins, and he squeezed these words full of anger through clenched teeth. However, as soon as he finished speaking, the smile on the man’s face vanished instantly.
"What did you say?" Leon Battleson’s expression turned dark, and then he picked up a thick, long whip from the table beside him, and viciously lashed it towards Oliver Battleson.
"What do you count as? On what basis do you speak about my mother like that? What wrong did my mother ever commit for you to treat her so? All this because of you, how co it wasn’t you that got beaten to death!"
Leon Battleson’s eyes were blazing red, and he roared under his breath, the whip in his hand falling repeatedly onto Oliver Battleson.
At this mont, his face was twisted, just like the ti in his mory when Oliver Battleson swung the whip towards his mother—
Exactly the sa.
In this dark and bleak basent, he could only watch helplessly as his mother suffered abuse.
Leon Battleson knew very well in his heart that he had beco this way entirely because of Oliver Battleson.
Seeing Oliver Battleson’s painful expression, his mood finally lifted a bit.
"Does it hurt?"
Leon Battleson pressed the handle of the whip onto Oliver Battleson’s wounded arm, then cruelly ground it down, watching the fresh blood and Oliver’s pained expression, the smile on his lips grew even brighter.
"Does this scene remind you of my mother?"
"Beast..." Oliver Battleson squeezed these two words from his throat, but in response, Leon Battleson sneered with disdain.
"It doesn’t matter what you say now, because the ultimate victor is , Oliver Battleson. I’ll let you watch helplessly, watch as I trample Justin Battleson underfoot, watch everything Justin owns beco mine!"
"Well, that plan of yours is likely to fall through."
Suddenly, a cold voice ca from behind Leon Battleson, causing Leon’s raised hand holding the whip to pause in mid-air.
Leon Battleson turned his head sharply, only to find Justin Battleson standing at the entrance of the basent.
Behind Justin, there seed to be others, like reporters, like onlookers.
But now it seed, these were no longer important to Leon Battleson.
Everything he had done just monts ago had been exposed.
"Impossible, how can you..."
Leon Battleson’s pupils contracted suddenly, and the whip in his hand fell to the ground.
The damp and bloody scent in the basent surged in at once, as Charlotte Thompson stood beside Justin Battleson, her gaze also falling on Oliver Battleson behind Leon.
This made Charlotte unwittingly furrow her brow.
As Oliver Battleson caught sight of Justin Battleson, a light burst forth in his eyes, he opened his mouth, but the shattered sound failed to form a complete sentence.
"Are you surprised that I found this place?"
Justin Battleson stepped towards Leon Battleson, his voice cold.
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