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He slowly walked to the coffin, bowed slightly, as if bidding a final farewell.
But in the unseen distance, he whispered to his enemy, who could no longer speak, in a voice only he could hear, each word chilled to the bone:
“Old man, do you see this? This is the price. It’s not just about your death. I want your family destroyed, your children to kill each other, and your bloodline stained with a stain that can never be erased.”
"Your second son will live a wretched life, suffering every day in pain and shame. This is the 'gift' I specially reserved for you. Your Williams family is finished."
At that moment, Viktor felt not ecstasy, but a profound, almost nihilistic calm.
The hatred that had lingered for years seemed to have found its ultimate outlet, erupting in a torrent that left behind only cold ashes.
Is revenge never sweet?
It's more like an extremely strong liquor, burning the throat with a brief heat, followed by a deeper thirst and desolation.
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Before the grief of the funeral had fully subsided, Victor's blade was drawn once more.
The morning sunlight pierced the darkness of the bedroom through the gaps in the heavy velvet curtains.
Franky stood in the living room of Williams' eldest son, Edgar, with six Skyrim security personnel in black suits behind him.
They stood motionless like statues, their muscles taut beneath their well-tailored suits, their eyes vacant yet exuding an undeniable threat.
Edgar Williams was wearing a bathrobe, his hair was messy, and he still looked sleepy.
But when Franky placed the thick stack of debt documents on the mahogany coffee table, Edgar's face turned deathly pale.
On the title page of the document, the words "Debt Settlement Agreement" are as glaring as a court judgment.
“Williams, according to the inheritance agreement following your father’s death, your debts will be deducted from the estate first.”
Frankie's voice was as calm as if he were discussing the weather, but every word pierced Edgar's heart like an icicle:
"Here are all the legal documents, including records of illegal transactions you conducted using your authority within the Williams family business. We have a complete chain of evidence."
Edgar's hands began to tremble.
He remembered those transactions—those shady dealings he thought would never be discovered, those flows of funds he used to fill his gambling hole.
He tried to argue, but his voice was hoarse, as if it had been sanded: "This...this is a frame-up! My father would never..."
Franky slightly raised his hand, and a security guard behind him stepped forward and silently opened the evidence in his hand.
The videotape shows communication records and fund flows between Aijia and the underground bank. There are even a few blurry but recognizable transaction surveillance videos in the videotape.
Edgar's breathing suddenly quickened, and cold sweat slid down his forehead.
He looked around at the house where he had grown up, where his father's portrait still hung on the wall, his eyes seemingly staring coldly at him.
“You can choose to cooperate, sign these documents, and voluntarily use your estate to pay off your debts.”
Franky's voice remained calm. "Alternatively, we can resolve this through legal channels. In that case, the evidence will be submitted to the judicial authorities."
Edgar's gaze swept over the expressionless security personnel, their hands clasped silently in front of them, but the holsters at their waists were faintly visible.
He recalled his father's words: "John, you always think the rules are made for other people."
Now, the rules have finally caught up with him.
He picked up the pen, his hand trembling, and signed his name at the end of the document. Each stroke felt like cutting into his own flesh. The house, the savings, even the jewelry his wife had inherited—everything evaporated in an instant.
As Franky packed up the documents and turned to leave, Edgar collapsed onto the sofa.
Outside the window, the moving company's trucks had arrived, and the workers began to inventory the items.
He looked down at his hands and suddenly let out a suppressed sob.
This was not sadness, but pure, burning anger—anger at his father, anger at fate, but even more so, fury at his own powerlessness.
What else do I have?
When faced with the problem, Franky was very 'tolerant': "Edgar, you and we will be friends."
His voice was cold: "So we don't want these things to be known by the judicial authorities. We can accept that the remaining amount will be repaid later, but as long as you are alive, you will always have to repay it."
Edgar's face was filled with anger: "So what choice do I have?"
"Maybe you can sell your 'parts,' they're worth a lot of money."
Frankie said it casually: "You know, we never involve our families."
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Meanwhile, in a luxury apartment on the other side of the city, Williams' youngest daughter, Isabella, was applying lipstick in front of her vanity mirror.
When the doorbell rang, she thought it was the massage therapist she had booked.
But when the door opened, Franky and two female Skyrim financial officers stood outside, their smiles polite but cold.
“Isabella, we need to talk about some of your debt issues.”
Franky walked into the living room, his gaze sweeping over the designer bags and jewelry boxes piled on the sofa.
He didn't sit down, but instead took out the loan agreement and several photocopies of nude photos and gently placed them on the glass coffee table.
Isabella's face instantly lost all color.
Those photos were taken under duress when she was lured into signing the loan shark contract—a shameful record she thought she had destroyed after each repayment.
Her fingers gripped the hem of her nightgown tightly, her nails digging into her palms.
"Two choices."
Frankie's voice was low, yet it slithered into her ear like a venomous snake: "Either we pursue the debt through legal proceedings, and these photos may be released as evidence; or you use your inherited estate to voluntarily pay off the debt, and we guarantee these personal items will disappear forever."
Isabella's breathing became rapid.
She looked at the photo of herself, young and naive, a girl who sold her soul for vanity and instant gratification.
Her gaze shifted to the jade necklace her father had left her—her mother's most cherished piece of jewelry.
Tears blurred her vision, but she didn't cry out.
In the midst of extreme fear, a chilling clarity suddenly descended.
She signed the documents, handing over all her assets: cash, jewelry, and even her limited-edition Hermès bag.
After Frankie's team left, Isabella stood alone in the empty living room.
The reflection in the mirror no longer showed the spoiled rich girl, but a completely hollowed-out shell.
The shame burned inside her like flames, but beneath those flames, a darker emotion was brewing.
So Isabella bought a gun—but it was from a black gang controlled by Frankie.
So, Isabella disappeared. Maybe she went to the San Fernando Valley, maybe she went into formaldehyde, maybe she was traveling in the lower reaches of Lake Michigan, maybe all of those things.
That afternoon, Frankie appeared in the boardroom of a high school in the South Side of Chicago.
Outside the window, students were running and cheering on the playground, but inside, just a wall away, a cold transaction was taking place.
"According to the voluntary sale agreement of Williams' children, all the shares of the school board they inherited will be transferred to Sky Holdings."
French pushed the documents toward the chairman of the board of trustees, still wearing a professional smile.
“All procedures have been completed, including certification by the estate court.”
The old chairman of the school board's hands were trembling.
It is important to understand the significance of the Williams family's shares—not only in terms of financial value, but also in terms of control over the direction of the school's development.
He tried to protest: "This is too sudden! Mr. Williams valued education above all else, and these shares were supposed to be used to establish scholarships..."
Franky gently interrupted him: "The current owner has decided to liquidate it. This is a perfectly legal transaction."
Behind him, Sky Finance's legal team had begun counting the share certificates.
Several curious students peered through the glass door of the conference room.
They will never know that behind this seemingly ordinary deal lies the perfect conclusion to a revenge plan.
As Frankie finally stamped the equity transfer agreement, the setting sun cast interplay of light and shadow on the floor through the blinds.
Victor stood atop the Williams building for a long time, watching the sunlight gradually fade outside the window.
Two years of patience and countless days and nights of planning have finally come to fruition at this moment.
Franky stepped out of the school gate, the cool Chicago evening breeze brushing against his face. At the street corner, he saw a familiar figure—Edgar Williams stood in the shadows, his eyes burning with hatred.
Their eyes met briefly in the air, but no words were spoken.
But two men lifted Edgar up, covered his mouth and nose with an ether-soaked white cloth, and then Edgar voluntarily signed an agreement to have his internal organs removed and his skeleton used as an experimental subject.
As for Edgar's family?
Naturally, she was heartbroken and followed him to his death—only by eliminating the root of the problem could she prevent it from recurring.
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"Blair, I assure you, this is the last time."
"I don't understand what you're worried about? Taking over someone else's place? Trying to make a big profit with a small investment? All of this is within the scope of American law!"
“Casinos can be opened, so gambling debts are naturally within the framework of the law, so everything is legal. As for Edgar and Isabella? They naturally won’t voice any objections.”
"Don't worry, I'll give them a reason they can't refuse, and they won't tell me."
“I understand what you mean, but all I can say is that you should take stock of your assets now. Williams Corporation covers education, educational supplies, school catering, clothing manufacturing, advertising investment and so on, which perfectly complements ours. That’s what you, as CEO, should be doing, not criticizing me for getting 40 million US dollars in company assets with seven million gambling debts!”
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"Frankie, Williams High School needs to be renamed Sky High School, just like their elementary school, and we will enroll all students from there."
"Chinese, Black... everyone, of course, will be admitted together and charged the same fees."
"Frankie, Chinese Americans are no exception."
“Tell those Chinese parents to bring receipts issued by the school. If the receipts are from our company, I will reimburse them in full. If the receipts are from outside our company, I will reimburse half of the cost as long as they have the company seal.”
"All expenses!"
"Are you stupid? Franky, you're being too obvious. How can you discriminate against other races? All we need to do is get the school cafeteria up and running, and use our food... and the others will leave if they don't change!"
"Complain? Tell the child protection organizations that we controlled those destabilizing factors to 18 years old with less than a third of the money, they should give us a medal!"