h Henry, Crystal Foster was fin

ailing, she could see the enti

y walked. "Everything's been cleared up, so what's there to be upset about? You were so dramatic ba

, leaning on a cane and moving slowly, was non

h they had declined, they still managed to produce talents like M

ything for fam

ause he has some money? Give me ten years, and he won't even be worthy to shine m

had the nerve t

r the Foster family pharmaceuticals

ence of murder herself. Until then, she wouldn'

her heart, and slowly descended the stairs. "If my dear nep

r nephew," relishing the feel

ng figure. Even in her simple white loungewear, her ca

ublic bus trying to criticize me?"

gold digger, attending various parties to snag wealthy men. She set her sights on

nd sat on the couch. She casually draped her hand over the armrest and glanced at Hyland with indi

an, keep talking nonsense and I'll tear your mouth apart!" Hyland Riley's face twi

I'm still your aunt, after all. Aren't you afraid

it was too late. Hyland took two quick strid

going

to freeze mid-air. Crystal's eyes narrowed slightly. In a spl

pped from Crystal's chin, flowing down her neck and soa

tood up abruptly, pointing at Hyland with

rubbed his thumb across his lips, a playful smirk

ispleased. His perfectly pressed suit showed not a single wrinkle, and he rolled up his sleeves wi

his throat, he said, "Martin, the cause of the boss's death has been clarified. It

e survivor. At that time, Martin became the target of blame, with H

eft the Riley Family, an

ed into the living room, castin

ew his gaze and scoffed, "Is

lightly. From Martin's tone, it se

and leaned into Martin Riley, affectionately wrapping her arm aro

Martin was momentarily taken aback, c

stakable.What on eart