RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System-Chapter 322: His Will

"... I apologise that we could not live the life we promised each other, that our story could not stretch for infinity.

Every night you were equally in my head. Your scent never left my mind, and your love always in my heart.

If ever you doubt us, look to your side at our children. They are not a creation of politics or greed for money and power; they are a product of our love and the strongest proof of it.

After all, Mia Midaford would never allow herself to be used as a breeding ground."

When Mongraty came to the end of this paragraph, swallowing and clearing his throat, my eyes temporarily moved to the blonde Milf and then to the several blondes that surrounded her.

"If the love they had for each other didn't die out, then there's definitely a story here."

As Mongraty began speaking once more, the words on paper he read, directed at Lia Caster this time, I listened closely.

"... Torn and confused, meeting your kind was the last thing I expected.

I never believed anyone could get past my defenses, but you did so effortlessly.

Wild and brash you may seem, but your energy is never in debate.

Whether in work, in our family, or in the bed..."

As Mongraty went on, my eyes shifted to Lia, and hearing Albert describe the woman in such an intimate manner, I couldn't help but feel weird inside.

"Is this cringe?" I cautiously wondered.

I mean, these were the last words of a dead man I was talking about, a dead man whose hard work greatly helped in the changing of my life.

"... Loving and making a family with you is a decision I don't regret and will always seek.

I so much cherish you and the beautiful babies you have given me..."

"Cringe," I gave up and muttered inwardly.

For the family which surprisingly seemed to love Albert — I mean, weren't rich people bastards who only cared about money? — his words might be heart-touching, but for me, hearing grown men and women whom I was currently seeing call babies didn't sound okay.

Eventually, Mongraty came to Albert's love-filled words in his second letter but then left a last sentence that had everyone in the room, especially the Casters, on edge.

"... Within this paper, there would be words and decisions which you will find impossible and unbelievable, you might hate me for them, but I want you to never doubt I love you and our kids with all my heart."

Following these ominous words, Mongraty moved on to Albert's last words to his children, each and every one of them.

"Wow, he sounds like a great dad."

Alexander.

Gavin.

Neumer.

Celia.

Tracy...

Name after name, Mongraty called, and for each child, Albert gave personal words, speaking on their strengths and weaknesses, not failing to mention the best moments they spent together.

A solemn atmosphere, one of sadness, filled the room, and hearing of my benefactor's experiences with his offspring, my mind for the first time in about three years went to my own dad.

The sound of a voice scolding me came to mind, the picture of lips pressed together appeared in my head, but then just as the image spanned outward, revealing nose and eyes, it shattered.

I blinked in a daze, my right hand quickly going to my chest. My heart beat thunderously with a small ache.

Taking calm and steady breaths to hide the panic, I used mind vision to its extreme, having a live 3D video for the area 30 meters around me in my head.

My search for the cause of my body's unusual reaction was fruitless, and then just as I wanted to use Echo, I hesitated, remembering how Lia had picked up on the moving waves of my technique.

Before I could arrive at an answer on whether or not to ignore the risk, the panic in me disappeared, my body condition stabilized, and I found my mind as calm as a stream.

Up at the front, Mongraty had moved on to reading the next part of Albert's will, this section concerning the distribution of his loot.

Not paying attention to the words being said, my mind went back to the scene I had walked upon after just getting back to Michigan at the ML firm.

When I first walked to the door, I had been hit with a powerful sense of foreboding, my body going into overdrive, and then suddenly I had calmed down.

I remember that it was after I had dealt with the enemies in the firm that I had discovered that there had been two to my life: one coming from a sniper over 600 meters away who had most definitely had me in his sights.

"This is my luck talking, but it's quiet now. Am I in danger?

Fuck it."

Echo!!

Pushing the technique to the max, the next second, a 3D model spanning over 1 km appeared in my head, and while I rapidly studied it, Mongraty, who was at the front, suddenly went silent, and along with him, Lia and Mia turned and studied me.

What emotions were going through these individuals, or what they were thinking, I could not detect.

The sudden silence and sharp gazes directed at me drew the attention of the others, their gazes questioning, but the three individuals turned away from me, and Mongraty resumed speaking.

"What did you do?" Grace asked from my side, unable to hide the ache in her tone.

"Just a quick search, keep alert."

With the activation of mental, I could well sense ill intent directed at me from the three, but I felt nothing negative, so for the moment, I decided to stay put.

"... Lia, I remember how excited you were when I bought our first jet.

The Gulfstream is unquestionably yours, but I also want to add that I made an order for another jet, a Bombardier Global, and it is yours.

The mega yacht Atlantis and the helicopter sitting on it goes to my second wife, Lia Caster.

The mega yacht Geneva goes to my beautiful daughter Celia Midaford, her very own ship to captain..."

"Did you know Albert had two mega yachts?" I leaned to the side and asked Grace.

"I didn't even know he had one; no such assets are listed under his name."