Brett Summers, ever since he took over The Zenith Distillery, has been a figure with immense influence in Helios County. Yet today, he met his end in his beloved private spa.
At over fifty, he still looked like he was in his thirties or forties.
Unfortunately.
No matter how good one's preservation methods are, they can't beat human greed.
He spent a lifetime as a dominant force.
Only to die at the hands of his only biological son in the end.
No matter how you look at it, it's quite lamentable.
"Hahaha, he's dead, he's dead, look at him, Brett Summers is dead..."
Garrison Summers seemed to be in a frenzy.
Pointing at Brett Summers floating on the water, he cried and laughed at the same time.
Then, his gaze fell on Penny Sullivan.
At that moment.
Penny Sullivan shivered.
She stretched out her hand.
With a ripping sound, she unzipped her pencil skirt.
As the skirt fell.
Her body, which never wore underwear, was exposed in front of Garrison Summers.
