Chapter 134. One Particular Ridley

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The entire office felt like a library when Dylan left. Anton was pacing here and there, his arm across his chest. Dad was reviewing the documents with a noticeable frown on his face. As I entered, they only gave me a short look and then I got ignored.

Among the three of us, I’m sure I’m the only one brave enough to point out the obvious.

“Dylan’s doing this for spite,” I said and two pairs of eyes looked up at me.

Anton stopped walking. Dad paused and closed his folder. He intertwined his fingers on the table.

“He’s a son of a bitch, that’s what he is,” Anton pointed out.

I shrugged. The talk he and I had a while ago at the gate only signified my theory. He didn’t really need the lot; he could have any lot in the city, even in the whole world. His net worth can cover that. Why this one? Why ours?

That’s the only explanation there is. He’s dedicated to make our lives uncomfortable for the way he was treated in the past. Seriously, can