Revenge is Best Served… After Reborn

"I've told you many times, nothing in this world comes easily. As a businessman, if you want something from me, you must be prepared to give something in return."

Wesley looked coldly at Adler, who stood below him, and said, "You are my son. Even if I don't like you, you have the same blood running through your veins as I do. If you want Jenna, then you must listen to me."

At this, Wesley rose from his chair, slowly walked over to Adler, patted him on the shoulder, and continued, "Adler, you've grown up. As my son, you should carry on the will of the Tredgold family. I know you're capable. Together, we can build our own business empire, no longer overshadowed by the four great families, no more bowing down to the Costellos. We won't be the weakest among them anymore. Adler, do you understand what I'm saying?"

Looking into Wesley's eyes, which for once showed a hint of affection, Adler felt it was nothing but a facade.

If this man truly cared, he wouldn't have left him to fend for himself for over twenty years.

"You never hugged me before, nor acknowledged me. I don't need your recognition now, nor do I need your business empire."

Adler shrugged off Wesley's hand, stepped forward, and pressed a knife against Wesley's throat, then swiftly moved behind him to ensure he wasn't hit by Reece. "Lord!"

Kena's face turned sour.

"Nobody move!"

Adler's gaze was icy as he said, "Take one more step, and I'll kill him!"

Kena angrily responded, "Adler! You're his son! How could you betray your own father? You don't deserve to be his son!"

She had been taken in by Wesley as a child, although she had never seen the man behind the mask.

But she had always longed for Wesley's approval.

Yet, what was so precious to her was so disdainfully dismissed by both Adler and Reece.

"Adler, you are my son, not James. You can't bring yourself to harm your own father."

Wesley said, "Saving Jenna comes at a price."

Adler stiffened.

By the time he realized, Wesley had somehow managed to stab him in the abdomen with a small knife.

"In terms of ruthlessness, you're no match for me."

Wesley looked down at Adler from above.

Adler felt a sharp pain in his

abdomen, his knife fell from his

& collapsed to thee

ground.

Wesley slowly ascended the platform, the dim church radiating with a multicolored stained glass halo. Adler's mind was flooded with images of Jenna feigning

annoyance, her face blushing as she scolded, "Who would marry you? Don't flatter yourself!"

Jenna...

Maybe I'm truly the one who can't protect you, forever reliant on you to watch my back.

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Adler remembered being cornered in an alley by older kids when he was younger.

He never liked to fight, but that time, irritated, he was ready to retaliate as soon as the bully raised his fist, ready to teach him a lesson, his hand already reaching into his

pocket for the idle object within.