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Chapter 1003
“Elliot, I’m not asking for much,” said Nathan. He could see that Elliot was slowly accepting the model of reality that he had submitted. “You make so much money a year. How can you spend it all?! Let me and your brother help you spend some. Don’t worry. I know your face is important to you. We can keep the father-son relationship private. As long as you give me enough money every month, I promise not to bother you in the future.” Elliot’s dangerous eagle eyes stared at the greedy old geezer in front of him. They had not even done a paternity test yet. Before he got hold of the test results, he would never acknowledge this old geezer as his dad. “How dare this old b*st*rd ask such things of me?!” Elliot thought. “How much is enough money?” his voice was cold. He suppressed the disgust that welled within him.
He wanted to see how great of an appetite this old geezer had.
Nathan stretched out a finger on one hand and five fingers on the other. “Fifteen million dollars. You earn billions or tens of billions every year. I’m asking for fifteen million a month. It isn’t too much, is it? After all, I am your father!”
Elliot rarely lost his cool in public.
“Even if he is my biological father, he has never raised me? He has never loved me?! And now how dare he come to me, make his demands, and take me for granted. It is just absurd!” thought Elliot.
He crushed the wine glass in his hand. Bright red blood streamed down his palm. Seeing this, Nathan shrank in fear. “If you think I’m asking too much, you can bargain! Let’s talk. We don’t have to resort to violence!” When Elliot heard the word ‘bargain’, he laughed contemptuously. “I won’t give you a penny till the paternity test results come out,” he said. “I understand! You have got to be sure that I am your father before you give me the money!” Nathan was content.
Elliot looked at him in disgust and shattered his illusion. “Even if you are really my father, you will never benefit from me! I killed Easton Foster! One more won’t make a difference to me!”
Nathan was speechless.
Seeing that his father was too frightened to speak, Peter mustered up his courage BSE0}mBW said, “You are marrying Avery Tate soon, aren’t you? If she found out that you weren’t the master of the Fosters, but a b*st*rd that came from a bartender and a gangster, how disappointed do you think she will be?” The words ‘Avery Tate’ froze Elliot!
She was his Achilles heel!
“We’re just asking you for some money. It’s the one thing that you have plenty of. Do you really want to shatter your peace just to save some money?” said Peter. “You wouldn’t want such scandal to be exposed on your wedding day, would you?” At one hour to midnight, Elliot came home. Seeing him back so late, Mrs. Scarlet said, “Sir, you… did you drink?” Elliot looked down. His eyes were red, and she turned a deaf ear to her. He felt like he was walking on air. Each step felt weightless as he climbed up the stairs — step by step. He was not the master of the Foster family. He was not Elliot Foster. He was a b*st*rd born of a bartender and a gangster. The nature of his parentage was a heavy blow to him.
He recalled Avery asking him such a question.
She had asked, “If you are not who you are now, can you accept it?” In his heart, he replied, “No.” “Why did Avery ask me such a question? Does she know something? Was it a coincidence?” he thought. Mrs. Scarlet was in the living room downstairs, and she was thinking about the strange mood Elliot was in. She called Avery.
“Avery, did you and Mr. Foster have a fight?” The call had awoken Avery from her sleep. “Nope. Why do you ask? What happened to him?”