"Who knows how many people have used the women whom Young Master Shannon has used now? In your Country A's words, she must be a slut, right?"
Slut?
The corner of Thomas Shannon's mouth curled coldly, as he lifted his long leg and kicked Andres to the ground.
Before Andres could get up, the man stomped on his chest, looking down at him from a height, "Andres, you are worse than a bastard."
That was his own niece. How deep must the hatred be to take such a ruthless action.
To use the most insulting words to do all he can to smear her.
"Hahaha... If a person isn't ruthless, it is hard to achieve anything." To succeed, the first thing you must learn is to be heartless.
Only those who stand at the top can overlook all the beautiful scenery in the world and look down on the masses like ants.
What he wants is to be high above, to be an heir to an empire of wealth rivaling nations.
