Chapter 127 It Depends on the Villain

• Carl was stunned; he usually shared at least a half of the money from the fraud he committed with his uncle. He didn’t expect this uncle of his to be so unsparing and selfish—was he planning to burn the bridge after crossing it himself?
• When he realized that, Carl looked unbelievably upset; a dark shadow washed over his face as well. “Uncle, you agreed to the prices on the menu whether you admit it or not. Whatever it is, you can’t deny it.”
• Brian didn’t speak as he listened to their conversation quietly. Instead, his eyes darted coldly toward the director of Labor Security. In return, the director’s face twitched visibly; he looked like he could beat the deputy director to death.