In just a few seconds, Julien, on the other end of the line, had cursed Charlie under his breath with all the vulgar words he knew.

"Fuck you, Charlie! He's so mean! Does he really think that I'm a greenhorn?!"

"'Give me a chance, I'm useless'?! Why are you so arrogant?! Do you see me as your lap dog?!"

"So what if you bet on Dad?! Do you think I'll be freaked out?!"

At this point, he suddenly felt his heart skipping a beat and muttered, "Damn... Yeah, I really am freaked out! Dad may preside over my funeral! What has my life even been worth, then?!"

At this moment, deep inside, Julien felt a sense of despair like never before.

With his identity and background, he had not been emotionally rich since the moment he was born.

Unlike the vast majority of people, in his more than fifty years of life, he had almost never experienced hardship, suffering, sorrow, or despair.

As the saying went, 'A full man doesn't know the hunger of the starving'.

It was like the lords in med