Meanwhile, at the Oscar family's ancestral mansion.
At this moment, the patriarch Bowen was sitting cross-legged in the martial arts hall.
His eyes were tightly closed, meditating and resting.
The aura surrounding him was extremely powerful.
Ding.
Suddenly, the sound of a text message alert rang out.
Bowen slowly opened his eyes, his gaze deep and cold. He reached out to pick up his phone and glanced at it.
Whoosh...!
On the phone screen, a live video was playing!
In the cafeteria.
Jonathan, dressed in a sharp suit, was calmly drinking wine and having his meal not far away.
Upon seeing the live video playing on his phone, Bowen's eyes suddenly narrowed, his expression turning icy and fierce!
Tonight was the seventh day since the death of his eldest son, Leo. And at this moment
