The Billionaire's Ultimate Challenge
of the mountain, dense trees hid a large, dark gray four-story house. The a
octors and nurses in white coats. Someone gently pushed open the door, slowly revealing a
athbed and urged her to come quickly. Despite being only eight years old, she had mat
lor, an elderly housekeeper, stood among the doctors and nurses. Unable to wait for t
and reached out, and a s
of an eye, eight years had passed, and the little girl had grown up, her petite figure as beautiful as a fairy.
ful call, she stepped forward,
her, Gran
ware of his physical condition. A year ago, after being diagnosed with a terminal illness, he had undergone prolonged
octors and nurses to monitor his condition. Knowing that his time was limited, he died at home. Unexpectedly, half a year ha
gan, but even someone as cold as him had loved and pamper her. The reason was simple: a lovely, obedient, and understanding a little girl like her was hard not to love. She was the future wife
g eight-year-old girl. The two hugged each ot
steps echoed d
causing the doctors and nurses to retreat to a corner of the room. Ricard walked forward, his gaze briefly passing over Abigail bef
t to the once-powerful king of the underworld. "Ricard..." He saw his grandson but couldn't move; eve
ing for you." She had often wanted to ask why, b
he had left. "You can leave in peace. I will become t
s. The legendary mafia boss was no ordinary person; bef
ords. She knew that even though he was only eighteen, his mind was
leased with his grandson's response. He still held Abig
and Ricard understood, placing
ail's and Ricard's hands together, holding them within hi
ure, her thoughts racing. Did he instruct Ricard
g, he leaned close to his ear and whispered with a faint smile, "Grandf
fixed on the ceiling. He felt his vision blur, darkness enveloping him. After what felt like an eternity,
his eyes close, his hand holding hers growing cold and st
began their preparations, but
oice echoed, yet Abigail, heartbroken, remained kneeling by th