John snorted. “Don’t worry. Rockefeller Group and this manor are owned by our Rockefeller family. Since William is dead, there is no way Alex could take everything back. He can keep on dreaming. I will give him nothing, not even a single penny!”

“But, he seems to have become more powerful. Did he actually train himself during the time he went missing? Look at the table… it is said that only fighters could do that,” replied Carol.

As part of California’s high society, it was reasonable for Carol to know of the existence of such people—fighters.

“So what if he is one? What decade is he living in? No matter how powerful he is at fighting, he’s still vulnerable and there’s no way he could dodge an actual bullet,” John snorted.

He glared at Pepper Kimmich and thought, ‘Two months? Hmph, within these two months I’ll send both you and your cheap mom down to the depths of hell.’

Instantly, he felt much better as his mind became clearer. However, he suddenly thought about Brock, who he had