Scar was shaking in his boots.
He never imagined that the young man standing before him was actually his boss's young master!
He was scared out of his wits!
His greed had led him to this deadly predicament, and he regretted it deeply.
“Sean!”
Zachary stepped forward and respectfully called out.
Sean nodded, and Gavin, kneeling on the ground, was left speechless.
Now he understood everything—Zachary's backer was the young master!
Oh, Old Young, even you got this wrong!
Gavin chuckled bitterly. It was like a storm in a teacup, and his own dog had barked at its master—an unforgivable offense.
As anxiety gnawed at him, Scar begged once more, “Young Master, please spare me. I'll pay, six hundred... no, sixty million...”
The moment the words left his mouth, Sean's face turned stormy,
