If You Want To Die, Then Go Ahead

"Jean, my father isn't someone you can handle. You need to think it over."

Jean looked coldly at Sheila who was knelt on the floor, "Even if I can't, I will still do it. If you want to get revenge, then come and get it. However, you may need to wait until you come out of jail."

"Jean!" Sheila roared. "I've been by your side for so many years. Even if I haven't reaped any rewards, I've still put in the hard work. Why can't you let me go based on our years of friendship?"

"Before saying these words, have you thought about what you've done in the past? Have you ever considered letting me go? Or letting Chantel go? If you can't do it yourself, how could you ask someone else to do it?" After asking these questions, Jean lowered his head and thought for a few seconds. When he lifted his head again, his gaze was icy cold, "I've always treated you the same way that I treat everyone else: as normal colleagues."

"So, what kind of hard work have you put in?"