The boss has no descendants, but he encounters four smaller versions of himself

"Bottom line?" Lawrence sneered. "What bottom line? Does the Bron family even have a bottom line?"

"Of course." Liz stood up and looked down at him. "It's really pitiful that you've fallen into this state. Bron has a phobia for stupidity. He hates stupid losers! And what you did, embezzling family funds, is a provocation to Bron's dignity!"

"Do you think no one knows about your little tricks?" Liz continued, "Secretly acquiring shares in the Bron family business? Bribing our executives? Even at the board meeting..."

She tutted her tongue twice. "How dare you question your father's decision at the board meeting?"

"Lawrence, the way you're so anxious to beat me is hilarious."

Lawrence stared at her, the anger in his eyes almost bursting out.

But thinking of his current situation, he slowly lowered his head, a look of regret on his face: If he had known earlier, he should have stayed in the hospital to recuperate.

Why do you have to provoke people from the imperial capital because you can't figure it out?

A sneer appeared on the corner of Liz's bright red lips: "You want to take the heir ring while I'm away."

This wasn't a question, it was a pronouncement, "What a...typical Lawrence idiocy."

Lawrence looked up suddenly. "So what?" He grinned provocatively, his dry lips wide. "I want to try something you can't get."

"Of course you could have gone and robbed it, but you ended up like this..." Liz patted Lawrence's cheek lightly with her hand, making a humiliating sound. "I don't know whether to say you're stupid or extremely stupid."

Lawrence gritted his teeth angrily, "Don't laugh at me. You're not much better. I heard you were disfigured and seriously injured, and then fled with your lover."

He tilted his head, imitating Liz's usual sarcastic expression, "Is this still the Liz I know?"

The corners of Liz's mouth suddenly twitched, and the smile just now seemed to be frozen.

After a while, Liz chuckled, took out a cigarette from her Hermès handbag and lit it.

"Okay, let's not hurt each other." She said suddenly, her tone surprisingly calm: "I just want to ask you one thing, Lawrence, do you still want to come out?"

Lawrence narrowed his eyes: "Do you have a solution?"

Liz's red lips curled up into a winning arc: "As long as you want it, I have a way. I can help you turn things around, and I must help you."

"What are the conditions?" Lawrence felt that she couldn't be so kind.

He wanted to kill Liz, and Liz did the same. Seeing him become a prisoner, she wanted to step on him. How could she help him turn things around? The only explanation was that she wanted to use him now.

Liz smiled and said frankly, "I need you, and you need me. We can't both die. This is the only way to deal with the enemy. We are on the same boat. How can we win if we don't cooperate?"

Lawrence smiled bitterly: "I'm in such a miserable state, do you think it's possible to win?"

Liz's eyes suddenly became sharp: "What does it matter? As long as you want, everything is possible, and... the baby in Su Yutang's belly will be born soon, we can't let this child stay..."

"Child?" Lawrence didn't understand why Liz wanted to take advantage of the unborn child.

Liz raised her lips and said, "Lawrence, our struggle has just begun. You must cheer up. No one can take away our status."

Lawrence chuckled dryly, "Status? I've already been kicked out of the family by Bronn. Is there any point in me leaving?"

Liz shook her head: "No, Bronn is only punishing you now, he is not killing you."

She took a step forward, the tips of her high heels touching Lawrence's legs, "Don't you understand yet?"

Lawrence narrowed his eyes.

The only light in the dungeon came from a strobing fluorescent light in the hallway, casting flickering shadows on Liz's face, making her look like a statue come alive.

“Understand what?” Lawrence asked.

Liz lowered her voice and said, "As long as you make it out alive, as long as you can defeat them, Bron doesn't care how you win. He just needs a winner."

Lawrence was gradually persuaded by Liz.

He suddenly understood the twisted code of honor of the Bron family: victory is justice, and the means are irrelevant.

The suspicion in his eyes was gradually replaced by a sharp light: "Really?"

Liz caught this change, and the corners of her lips raised with satisfaction: "Of course, when have I, Liz, ever lied to you!"

Lawrence lowered his head and looked at his miserable condition.

If he continued to stay in this dungeon, he would either die from infection or die from Braum's sudden execution game one day.

He raised his head suddenly, his eyes burning with a desperate determination, "Okay, as long as you can let me out, I am willing to be your sword!"

Liz raised her red lips in a triumphant arc: "I wish us a pleasant cooperation."

Lawrence suddenly said, "Since you are willing to help me, I have to tell you something."

Liz raised an eyebrow, "What?"

Lawrence slowed down his tone and said, "Your son, Ari, has fallen in love with a woman, and he is rebelling against the entire family for love."

Lawrence remembered how the arrogant boy had deceived and played tricks on his uncle last time. Now it was time to teach him a lesson.

Liz's expression instantly darkened: "You don't have to tell me this."

She squeezed out the words through her teeth, "I've seen the news."

She had warned Ari several times, but not only did he not restrain himself, he became even more aggressive. Now she had no choice but to take action.

His son must not be ruined by such a woman.

Lawrence raised an eyebrow.

It seems that things are more interesting than he thought.

He knew that Liz would deal with her rebellious son without his help.

Lawrence was in such a good mood that he felt elated as soon as Liz left.

When I'm in a good mood, I get hungry easily. Gulp——

A cramp in his stomach brought him back to reality.

He had nothing to eat all day except half a loaf of moldy bread and a bowl of muddy dirty water.

Blood seeped from the crack on his lip. He licked it with his tongue, and the taste of rust spread in his mouth.

Until the guard came in with his military boots and brought him food.

"It's time to eat, pig." The guard roughly pushed an iron plate in from under the fence. Inside was a mass of paste whose original appearance was unrecognizable. The gray-green surface was shining with a suspicious oily sheen.

The plate slid to Lawrence's feet, and a sour smell hit him in the face. His stomach twisted, this time not because of hunger, but because of pure nausea.

"What...is this?" Lawrence's voice was hoarse.

The guard said indifferently, "It's kitchen waste mixed with slop, a special meal prepared especially for noble pigs like you."

After saying this, he bowed and said, "Please enjoy your meal, Master Lawrence."