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The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

Chapter 480
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Chapter 480

Zach smiled faintly, making the aura around him even colder.

In Randall’s earlier years, he had made his fortune through mining. Later, he acquired an oil field, after which his

wealth skyrocketed. After he migrated to Ventropolis, he had been living off his wealth, but this fortune that he

made was more than enough to last him for several lifetimes. Even if he spent his money recklessly, he would not

go broke.

Zach said, “Words alone aren’t enough!”

Randall seemed to have grasped a glimmer of hope. He crawled to Zach’s feet. He was unable to stand upright, “I

can give you the land deed or a property transfer document. As long as you get me out of here, I promise you’ll

never run out of money.”

“That does sound enticing…” Zach put down the pen. He gave Randall a condescending look, “Well, I’m not greedy.

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I want seventy percent shares of the oil field, and… All of your liquid assets and real estate.”

Randall’s pupils widened suddenly. He scolded Zach, “Zach Jardin! I’ve been too fucking generous to you already.

Who do you think you are?! You used to be nothing more than a lapdog around me. If I didn’t agree to cooperate

with you on the land in Alma, your Azure Corporation would just be a piece of garbage.”

Zach was not angry. He calmly took out a handkerchief to wipe off the saliva that had splattered onto his body. He

got up and walked toward the door without speaking.

When Randall realized his mistake, he hurriedly stood up, “Wait! All right… I agree. But when I get out, you have to

help me make a comeback.”

Zach turned around and said, “Of course.

“Kevin.”

Kevin walked in from outside. He was holding a stack of documents which he laid out on the table. There were three

in total.

One of the documents was regarding twenty–six percent of Randall’s company shares. The remaining zero point

one percent shares would still belong to Randall. This small percentage would yield annual dividends of at least

several million dollars and would allow him to live quite comfortably in Ventropolis.

Another document pertained to real estate, and the third document was related to all of Randall’s liquid assets.

Kevin coldly looked at Randall. He patiently took out a sign pen, “All of these documents are legally valid, Mr. Burton.

All you need to do is sign them and within three days, you’ll be able to leave this prison as you wish.”

Randall hesitated. His hands trembled as he held the pen and walked forward.

Zach raised his wrist, “I’ll give you half a minute.”

Kevin said, “Mr. Burton, you should consider what’s more important, your life or these worldly possessions. You’ll

have nothing without your life.”

Randall’s hand trembled. The pen dropped onto the table and he quickly signed the documents, shaken by what

Kevin said.

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However, when he saw the recipient’s name, it was not Zach’s name, but just a very ordinary name instead.

Randall did not think too much about it. After he signed his name, he placed his thumbprints on the documents.

Although he was reluctant to lose his possessions, he felt that his life was more valuable.

Kevin put the documents into the briefcase.

Randall asked, “When are you planning to release me?”

Kevin noticed Zach was signaling him with his eyes. He then took out a packet of caustic soda, a chemical cleaning

agent, from his pocket and tossed it on the table.

Randall stared blankly at the packet of caustic soda.

After Zach and Kevin left, Randall finally realized he had been tricked.

He was extremely angry.

“Zach, you played me! Just wait… After I get out of here, I’ll make sure you have a miserable life.” As Randall

cursed, a man in a black uniform approached from a dimly lit hallway outside the door. When Randall saw the face

under the police cap, he yelled, “You… It’s you! It’s actually you!”

The scar on Fred’s eyes resembled a terrifying centipede. He looked as cold and menacing as a devil from hell,

“Don’t worry, you’ll be out of prison very soon. It won’t take long.“