"Are you threatening me? This is interesting!"
Fane let out a faint smile and looked at Ivan who was crouching on the floor. "Back when you were bullying my wife and daughter, didn't you think you'd regret it?
"Go on, get to polishing, seeing that you’ve lost the bet, and deserve it. Polish it nice and clean!" Fane responded casually.
"So be it, I'll polish!"
The shirtless Ivan's face was filled with dissatisfaction, his teeth clenched tightly. His hatred toward Fane grew even more in his heart.
From the looks of it, the Drake family had given Fane a bountiful amount of money, making it impossible to chase him out during Grandpa Taylor’s birthday.
Therefore, the only way was to wait until the end of Grandpa Taylor's Birthday. Once Fane lowered his guard, only then would he command Xena to feed him the poison.
As long as Fane consumed the poison, he would surely lie down in a coffin after a month.
When Ivan imagined Fane's soon-to-be fate of death, h e felt so much better. With his teeth clenched tightly, h e finally cleaned up the soles of Fane's shoes.
"Done!"
Ivan shot up from the ground, his eyes filled with fury.
"Heh, not bad. This is my first time experiencing Young Master Taylor's handiwork.”
Fane laughed, "Not too bad, Young Master Taylor. At least you're not a sore loser! Alright then! I'm off for the transfer procedures. Take care and have a safe journey!"
"Move!”
Ivan’s mouth twitched as he walked out topless. He headed to a nearby clothing shop to purchase a new shirt immediately.
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