Chapter 163 Hotham Group

It was already late at night when we came back to Milch. As I looked at the beautiful villa, the spacious yard, and my doting lover, I thought to myself, I have no reason to feel down. I've already escaped that hellhole of a home. I still wanted those b*stards to repent, accept, and respect me, but that was no longer important. What was important was that I must live for those deserving of my respect. Master Campbell and Nylah were two of the people I had to live for. I only got this far in the business world thanks to Master Campbell, and it was thanks to Nylah that I had a lovely home. It was late, and Nylah had fallen asleep. I opened my closet and rummaged through it until I found my old suit. I went into the study and took it off the hanger, then I pulled the diary out of the space between the seams. The table lamp and moonlight were illuminating the room, and I read through the diary. There was a lot of stuff written in there, but I only read through the case records. Eventually, I found something important.