"That's your own younger brother!" Chester Yale's black pupils suddenly contracted, reflecting a glint of bloodthirsty light.
Was it just for the right to inherit the property that Sheldon Yale could lay hands on his only brother? Does he still have any humanity?
Moreover, Ethan Yale had never coveted anything from the Yale family; otherwise, he wouldn't have left with his wife, leaving the Yale Family and the Yale Group.
Wasn't such a concession enough for Sheldon Yale to spare them?
"So what? Anyone who stands in my way deserves to die!" Sheldon Yale gritted his teeth viciously, with a sinister gleam passing through his eyes that no one could understand.
The less Ethan Yale fought and competed, the more Sheldon hated him.
That hate, rooted deep in his heart since childhood, was something no one could understand.
The existence of Ethan Yale was like a reminder to him of the thing he least wanted to face...
He never liked this brother, not for a single day!
