Chapter 417

Steven couldn't care less about the threat. A minister from Southbank? Just a bigger ant, nothing more. He had already slapped Alfred; hitting a minister's son was no big deal. "You're screwed. You're absolutely fucked, Steven! I'll make sure to remember you!" Ryan covered his face and felt deeply insulted. Despite his rage, he didn't make a move. A wealthy heir like him would never risk confronting someone he considered beneath him, like Steven. To him, receiving even a scratch while wiping out Steven's entire family would still feel like a loss. Instead, he planned to use his official connections to have Steven arrested—that would be more fitting for someone of his stature. "You don't even have the guts to fight back, loser." Steven sneered with even more disdain. Just then, the sound of a propeller echoed from the lakeside, and a luxurious yacht appeared in view. "Mr. Silva sent someone to pick me up! You're done for now! Once I meet him, I'll make sure he has you torn to