“But didn’t you just say…” Feng Bujue interjected at the opportune moment, “‘Although Miller knew a lot about John's crimes, neither of them were the type to leave behind evidence, and Miller himself was an accomplice in many of John's schemes. So, even if Miller wanted to blackmail John after being kicked out, he wouldn't be able to find a way’…?”

The despicable Feng Bujue almost verbatim repeated a passage that Zuo Yan had said two chapters prior, shamelessly padding out a line.

Of course, I know that when you read this section, you might be thinking—the despicable author has commented on what Feng Bujue just said in the previous line, shamelessly padding out another line.

Then I criticized myself again, padding out yet another line.

And then I criticized my criticism of myself, padding out…

Okay, before you start suspecting that this entire chapter is just going to be similar content, let's stop this meaningless endless loop; you can put down your middle fingers, and I'll get back to the main point…

"Furthermore… in the years after Miller was fired by John, he had already fallen to the point of having to work as a pickpocket, and he didn't blackmail John then." Feng Bujue paused for a second, then added to his own question, "So why… at that point in time three years ago, did he suddenly revive this very promising 'blackmail' plan?"

"Because…" Zuo Yan replied, "By a very coincidental opportunity, he discovered a… significant secret about John."

As he spoke, he turned his gaze towards John.

John, who had been listening there for a long time, had basically settled the score in his mind, and he took the opportunity to reply, "Okay… I admit, I am not related to old Herbert by blood."

After all, John was a shrewd person. He knew… that at this point, this matter was destined to be impossible to hide. As long as someone compared his DNA with old Herbert's, the result would be clear.

So, he chose to take the initiative to explain, in order to gain control, "Three years ago, that rascal Miller came to me in desperation, hoping that I could give him another job." As John said this, a look of disgust appeared on his face, "And I… naturally rejected this absurd request…"

"And publicly humiliated him," Zuo Yan interjected.

"Well… that depends on how you understand the word 'humiliation.' I think… given the atmosphere of the conversation at the time, asking the security guards to 'escort' him out was already very polite." John was undoubtedly very good at talking. As a successful businessman, it was not surprising that he possessed the eloquence to turn black into white, "But this rascal did not give up. Enraged, he… actually ran to the suburban cemetery that night and dug up my mother's grave."

"Oh?" Upon hearing this, Feng Bujue's eyes lit up, "Could it be… that Miller wanted to express to you through his actions—fuck your mother?"

His question silenced the entire room for a full thirty seconds…

"My mother passed away when I was twelve years old, and her photo is still on my desk…" Half a minute later, John decided to ignore Brother Jue's statement and continue, "She was old Herbert's first wife. After old Herbert became successful, my mother became… to use a Chinese saying—a wife who shared his hardships. Like most men, after old Herbert had money, he neglected my mother and turned his attention to some younger and more beautiful women… and Sam's mother was one of them."

"You fucking better watch what you say to me," Sam, who had been silent for a long time, finally said something, a curse demanding that others pay attention to their wording.

"A few years later, my mother also had an affair and became pregnant with me." Similarly, John ignored Sam's words and continued, "Whether it was fortunate or unfortunate, when my mother confirmed that she was pregnant, old Herbert did not realize that I was not his child; and after I was born, my mother hoped that I could grow up in a more favorable environment, so she broke off contact with my biological father, preserving my status as the 'eldest son of the Herbert family.'

"Eleven years later, my mother passed away. A few days before her death, she called me to her bedside and told me… that I was not old Herbert's biological son, but she never told me the name of my biological father, even until her death.

"Less than two weeks after her death, old Herbert couldn't wait to marry his second wife… namely Sam's mother; by the way, he also brought Sam, who was almost three years old at the time, into the house. Just like that… I had another brother.

"There's not much to say about what happened after that. The key lies in that night three years ago…

"That son of a bitch Miller understood… that he couldn't do anything to me on his own, but he obviously couldn't swallow that anger. I guess that guy thought about it for a long time, and finally recalled that he could always see my mother's photo on my desk back then, so… he thought of retaliating against me by desecrating my mother's grave in this disgusting way."

"Unexpectedly… Miller's digging unearthed a truth that should have been buried forever with your mother…" Zuo Yan continued.

"Sigh…" John sighed, "When my mother was buried, in addition to the clothes on her body, there was also a necklace in her coffin; I had seen that necklace when I was a child. It contained my photograph. Later I learned… that there was also a layer inside the necklace, containing other things."

"Oh~ oh~" Feng Bujue's expression was like he was watching an eight o'clock drama, "Let me guess… it contained something about your biological father?"

"I don't know what was hidden inside, because the item has always been in Miller's hands, and he didn't tell me any details." John replied, "I can only speculate… that after opening the coffin, that rascal found a necklace and wanted to steal it to exchange it for some money, and then accidentally found the interlayer, saw the contents, and learned about my background from it…"

"Well, your speculation is roughly correct." Zuo Yan took the opportunity to continue, "Although Miller helped you forge the will back then, because he himself was involved in the case at the time, and because you were cautious in your actions, he did not leave any evidence in his hands; even if Miller wanted to blackmail you by 'confessing to the police,' you would not be afraid of him. As long as you hire a good lawyer, it would be too easy to slap a charge of false accusation on an accuser like Miller, who was 'swept out the door for embezzling public funds and only has testimony without evidence.'

"However, after Miller found that necklace, the situation was completely different…"

"Mr. Zuo Yan." John's thinking was also very clear. He was not led by the other party's logic, "I only admitted that I was blackmailed by Miller because of my background, but I never admitted the so-called forgery of the will. Please remember, those are all your speculations… so far, there is no proof."