The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress

Chapter 442 - 443: Drinking Ash Water

Milo Leland watched his biological parents being treated this way, seething with anger. He wanted to rush up and snatch his parents’ bones, but seeing the two men, who were clearly not to be trifled with, he assessed his own strength and forcibly held himself back.

A gentleman’s revenge is ten years not too late.

You two just wait!

If I can’t destroy you, I’ll take your surname!

The pulverizer Aiden Howard had brought was quite large, so it didn’t take long to crush the two skeletons into dust.

He frowned, looked at Milo Leland, and said, "No wonder you’re so short. Your parents must have had bad genes."

Milo Leland bit his lip hard, fighting the urge to rush over and confront Aiden Howard. He indeed was not tall, barely 1.65 meters. Among men, this height was definitely considered short.

However, anyone who had dared to mock his height had been taught a harsh lesson by him. This man...

You just wait! I *will* make you pay!

After the pulverization was complete, Aiden Howard poured all the ashes into a mineral water barrel. He shook it, mixing the ashes and water until the liquid became murky.

He carried the barrel to the bed, his earlier smile gone, his face as cold as the Grim Reaper’s.

"Drink it!" Aiden Howard said coldly.

Milo Leland stared in horror at the man before him. He froze for a moment, then couldn’t stop himself from cursing, "You *******, is this something a human can drink?"

"You’re not human. You’re a dog!"

"..."

"Drink!"

"I won’t drink!" Milo Leland would die before drinking such a thing. He glanced at the barrel and felt a wave of despair wash over him—those were his parents’ ashes!

"You’re monsters!"

"If you don’t drink, I’ll dig out your organs and feed them to the dogs!" Aiden Howard offered him another choice.

This man was the main culprit behind digging up Dexter Johnson’s grave. The Sixth Master had given orders: he was not to be let off easily!

Today, he had to die! Only the method of his death would differ.

Aiden Howard set down the barrel and took out the dagger he had brandished earlier. "If you don’t choose, then I’ll choose for you!"

"I’m begging you, please let me go! It’s all my fault. I’m not human! I’ll kowtow to Sienna Johnson, I’ll apologize! Please spare me!"

Milo Leland knew Aiden Howard was ruthless and no longer dared to put on a brave front. Kneeling on the bed, he slapped his own face again and again, a truly pathetic sight.

"I know I was wrong! You’ve also dug up my parents’ tomb. Let’s call it even, okay?"

Milo Leland now despised Jackson Smith, who had come up with that terrible idea. If he hadn’t suggested it, how could Milo have ever thought of digging up Dexter Johnson’s tomb?

"Actually, it wasn’t my idea, it was Jackson Smith’s! And the Zhang brothers..." To escape punishment, Milo Leland betrayed all his accomplices.

"As for them, I’ll naturally settle accounts with them later. Right now, let’s solve your problem first!"

"I’m begging you, let me go! I’m the only male heir in the Leland family. If I die, our family line will be extinguished..."

"Desecrating graves? Your Leland family deserves to have its line extinguished!" Aiden Howard said, devoid of compassion.

"I’ll never dare to do it again! I’ll hire people to rebuild Dexter Johnson’s tomb! I’ll kowtow to you, I’ll apologize publicly! Please, just let me go!"

Milo Leland was already fat, and slapping his own face so hard made his cheeks swell grotesquely. Unfortunately for him, the cold-hearted Aiden Howard felt no compassion.

"Drink!"

"I... I beg..."

"Enough crap! If you don’t drink, I’ll rip out your organs and feed them to the dogs!"

Aiden Howard was not a compassionate man. His cold eyes, much like the dagger in his hand, radiated a sinister, murderous aura.

"I’ll die if I drink this."

"You’ll die if you don’t drink it, too!"

"I’ll ask you one last time: drink or not?" Aiden Howard stared at him, his expression emotionless.

Milo Leland knew he was doomed. He weighed his options: being gutted meant instant death, but drinking this water... there was a chance he might live. So, Milo Leland picked up the mineral water barrel and began to GULP it down. GULP. GULP. His body trembled violently, but he didn’t dare stop.

Only then did Aiden Howard smile. He pressed the dagger against Milo Leland’s face, applying slight pressure. The blade sank into the skin, slicing open his fleshy cheek.

"Drink it all. Don’t waste a drop!"

Milo Leland stopped. "I... I can’t drink anymore."

His stomach was already bulging. Aiden Howard’s smile vanished. He loomed over him, looking down. "Drink all of it!" His voice was like that of a death-hastening demon.

"I really can’t drink anymore!"

"Fine. Then I’ll cut open your intestines and drain some of it out for you."

"No! Don’t! I’ll drink! I’ll drink..."

Gripped by extreme terror, Milo Leland was already scared witless. He clutched the barrel and forced down the entire container of water.

Only then did Aiden Howard smile with satisfaction. Milo Leland, however, collapsed. His belly was distended like a woman about to give birth, his face turned deathly pale, and his eyelids fluttered open, revealing the whites of his eyes. With a HICCUP, water gushed from the corners of his mouth.

"Should we kill him now?" asked Brett Jacobs.

"No! I’m not done playing with him yet."

Aiden Howard glanced at the man on the bed, then said to Brett Jacobs, "Let’s go. I still need to pay a visit to Master Leland. I wonder if Master Leland will be angry enough to die when he finds out his ancestral tomb has been desecrated?" He laughed.

Brett Jacobs remained silent.

"It would be even better if we could anger him into having a stroke!"

Brett Jacobs said cautiously, "Our main sphere of influence isn’t here. You can’t act as recklessly as you did in Abyanabad. If you cause trouble for Madam, the Sixth Master won’t let you off lightly!"

"Master Leland and Madam are mortal enemies; their relationship is beyond repair. Since they’re destined to be foes, we should treat them like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves—utterly ruthlessly!"

Brett Jacobs didn’t respond.

Aiden Howard looked at Brett Jacobs and reminded him, "You’ve been in Himakati all this time, so you might not fully understand our Madam. She’s not as weak as you imagine. That woman is definitely no pushover; she’s quite ruthless, in fact."

"Madam is not like you," Brett Jacobs said, disagreeing.

Aiden Howard chuckled. "Hah! A woman who could drug more than a hundred people on the Unnamed Island, kill the Tibetan Mastiffs the Sixth Master raised for years, and then escape? Do you think such a woman is kind? She’s cunning and vicious. Only a man like the Sixth Master can handle her!

"Anyway, I couldn’t handle her. If I were to fall in love with a woman like that, I’d be dead in no time!"

"You? Fall in love with a woman?" Brett Jacobs sounded skeptical.

"Well, you never know!" Aiden Howard said. "Look at the Sixth Master. We all thought he was gay, but didn’t he end up falling in love with Sienna Johnson? Who knows, maybe I’ll meet a special woman someday and fall head over heels too."

Aiden Howard, in high spirits, slung an arm around Brett Jacobs’ shoulder. "Come on, brother, I’ll treat you to a drink."

Brett Jacobs shrugged his arm off and said, "You’d better not go causing trouble for any women!"