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Chapter 786
Seeing Amon in such torment, Casare smiled.
Euphoric, he enjoyed seeing Amon suffering as he felt he had avenged himself.
Casare took a gun from his waist, pressed it against Amon’s injured thigh, and then thrust it hard into
the bl oody wound.
Covered in a cold sweat, Amon’s face was pale from the pain, but he gritted his teeth and stared at
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Staring back, Casare smiled condescendingly, and then spoke casually.
“Amon, do you know that I had hoped you would kill yourself after Rosalie’s death? But you didn’t, so I
could only use your daughter to plot against you…”
He sighed regretfully.
“I actually liked Grace very much, and I treated her well. But she is not my daughter, and she now
cares about you after only spending eights month with you, even though I took care of her for five
years!”
The one who raised her, but she likes you more. It was the same with Rosalie, who ended up loving
you even though I met her first. But why? You weren’t even good to them!”
Casare’s eyes also gradually turned red, “I really don’t get it…”
He wondered why they had liked Amon more, even though he treated them so well.
And in his mind, the same goes for the Yardley pack, he was already a nobody who lived in a small
cage.
Why did they have to chase him away when Amon was born? If he refused, he would have been
beaten to death.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmDidn’t he deserve to live and be loved?
Thinking of this, Casare’s bloodshot eyes gradually turned gloomy.
He snapped his fingers, and the giant screen went dark, and the theater lights were turned on again.
A bodyguard carried Grace through the door from outside.
Withdrawing his gun, Casare looked condescendingly at Amon who had lost his will to live.
“Now that you’re clear about the past, it’s time to play a game of life and death with your daughter!”