He'd always felt that fate was unfair.
So many things he'd racked his brains and tried every possible way to get, another man could obtain with ease.
If this was destined to be his fate, he would never accept it; even if it meant going against the heavens, he would find a way to snatch everything he wanted.
"Matthew, either you shoot me dead right now, or you're going to miss this once-in-a-lifetime chance. If you don't plan on killing me, then put the gun in your hand down. I don't like having someone point a gun at my head all the time." Matthew Saxon was certain Maxwell Saxon wouldn't kill him; likewise, Maxwell Saxon also knew Matthew Saxon wouldn't really pull the trigger.
"You think I don't dare?" Matthew Saxon's face was cold as he rammed the muzzle against his forehead and pressed it in harder.
"You won't." Maxwell Saxon looked at him calmly, smiled, and said, "If you had nothing tying you down, I'd believe you would. But now—can you really afford to die?"
