novelraw Chapter 392 Twins
Chapter 392 Twins
"Who’s with them? Leave me alone, get out!"Alexander Parker was thinking about other things, not in the mood to deal with Christopher Weaver.
"Who’s in charge of the Lewis Family now? They’re the second most influential family in A City; is there no person managing it now?"
Alexander Parker finally glanced at him, mocking him darkly: "You think you can take a bite out of the Lewis Family’s big cake?"
Christopher Weaver’s face turned grim as Alexander Parker saw through his thoughts: "The world is bustling for profit. Now the Hunter Family is already struggling on their own, and the Lewis Family is a piece of fat meat. What’s wrong with me wanting a bite? Don’t you want one?"
Alexander Parker frowned; he did indeed want a bite.
Ever since he met Harry Hunter, he realized the importance of money and power. Originally, he wanted his family to help him start a jewelry company, but Isabella Weaver was now managing a jewelry company, and he couldn’t exactly compete with his little cousin.
He wanted to start a clothing company.
He also wanted to start a mineral water company to monopolize the drinking water market in A City.
He even wanted to start a chicken farm, a duck farm, a slaughterhouse, etc., to monopolize A City’s poultry market.
He also dreamed of starting a ranch and a farm. In a future of leisure, leading a dog to herd sheep, he could lie on the endless green meadows under the clear sky, chewing on a blade of grass, humming a tune. If his little cousin could accompany him, it would be even better.
All of this required a massive amount of funds, and the Parker Family couldn’t spare that much money for his initial investment escapades.
Alexander Parker couldn’t help but sigh: "My family is really poor!"
Later that night, he took his electric wheelchair and went out.
The night was dark and windy, with high humidity in the air, making Alexander Parker feel comfortable all over. He moved alone on the road, unhurriedly, weaving in and out, and after over two hours, appeared in a cemetery.
The grave was brand new, with no tombstone, no offerings, looking quite bare and lonely.
The night was chilly, with heavy dew, and his short hair on his shoulders quickly became damp.
A layer of mist rose in the cemetery, with various eerie rustling sounds echoing, making the atmosphere more terrifying and horrifying.
A cold hand landed on his shoulder, the voice hoarse: "Sitting in front of my grave at midnight, did you miss me?"
Alexander Parker didn’t even turn his head, his voice as chilling as a ghost’s: "Take your hand off, or I’ll kill you!"
The owner of the hand indeed retracted it, circled from behind him to his front, revealing an exquisitely beautiful face.
Alexander Parker frowned: "Austin Winters?"
Austin Winters’ expression was as gentle as water: "Haven’t seen me for a few days, you don’t recognize me?"
"No, you’re not Austin Winters."
Although the face was identical, Alexander Parker could still sense subtle differences in temperament.
"To be precise, I am Austin Winters; he is not."
"Then who is he?"
"You need not know."
Alexander Parker glanced at him, his tone flat: "Your twin brother?"
A flash of surprise crossed Austin’s eyes, quickly returning to gentleness: "You are too clever, clever people often don’t live long."
"Do you want to kill me?"
Austin Winters touched his extraordinarily handsome face with a hand as cold as a snake: "Not for now."
This utterly disgusted Alexander Parker!
He clutched his chest, wanting to vomit, retched for a long time, but nothing came out; he then remembered he hadn’t eaten anything for dinner.
Austin Winters picked him up from the wheelchair, walking out of the cemetery: "Vomiting so badly, are you pregnant?"
Alexander Parker placed his fingers on Austin’s Adam’s apple: "Austin Winters, you’re courting death!"