Chapter 877 He Asked, “What Do You Want?”

I pursed my lips but did ot speak. He continued, "Yvette, what you said before is right. I’m indeed not a good person. Compared to the Youngs, I am truly a thoroughly rotten person. But there's nothing I can do about it. Among the hundreds who died, I, unfortunately, was not one of them. I don't know what other survivors would do if they knew the truth about that year. But I will continue to do what I want to do. Even if in the end I don't get the Youngs’ unjust wealth, at the very least, I can drag them down with me." His words were light, and one could barely discern any emotion from it, but I felt an extraordinary chill. Looking at his cold profile, I couldn't help but speak up, "Maxwell, didn't you want to live a good life with Alice and that child? It hasn't reached that point yet. You ... " "Are you trying to give me advice here?" He suddenly interrupted me, followed by a cold laugh. His voice was icy, "Yvette, don't you know? In order to force us to reveal the identity of tha