Jack

Alex smiled coldly.

"The Miller family has always valued results over sentiment."

"I gave you a chance, but you refused to take it."

"So don't blame me for being ruthless, Uncle."

He turned toward the doorway and commanded, "Come in!"

Immediately, several men in black suits entered the living room.

Jack was now surrounded by bodyguards, their expressions unreadable. Guns rested firmly in their hands, pointed at him.

Alex's voice was chillingly calm as he issued his final order.

"Tie Jack up and take him to the cliff behind the house."

"Then throw him off."

Jack's face turned deathly pale. His entire body trembled with fear.

Alex looked at Jack condescendingly and said,

"What? Do you still want to struggle?"

"That's fine. I can take my time with you, and you can slowly experience a life worse than death."

After saying this, Alex turned and left the living room.