Chapter 560 About To Lose His Patience

• Finnegan let go of his fork and picked up a napkin, wiping away the traces of blood as if he had just done something of little consequence.
• He then lifted his glass of red wine, drinking the last remaining sip before rising from his seat.
• With an indifferent gaze, he said, “Ms. Alice, life and principles should be directly proportional. If your principles aren't valued more than your life, I sincerely hope you respect the life your parents have given you!”