Chapter 886 A Delaying Tactic

"Martin..." Cassandra looked up, with unprecedented confusion in her dark eyes. "I have always wanted to ask you, but I'm afraid to uncover the festering scars of the past. But I really want to know whether you had a hard time alone when I was away."

This man carried all the burden on his back silently, even if he was on the line of life and death with the slaughtering knife hanging on his neck. No wonder she always felt that there was an indelible coldness in Martin's eyes. No wonder he was always cold and unapproachable. People respected him, feared him, hated him or resented him, but no one had ever asked him if he felt bitter.

With a slight smile on his thin lips, Martin kissed on Cassandra's forehead and said quietly, "I'm fine. I'm used to pain."

Standing there stiffly, Cassandra fixed her eyes on Martin. After a while, she put her arms around Martin's waist and pressed her head against the man's heart. She said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Don't be silly. No one will get used to living a hard life. You are a super rich man now, sweetheart. Come on, cheer up."

At first, Martin's back froze, but then he relaxed and looked down at the girl in front of him. Even if there was no good chance of winning in this battle and he didn't know what kind of abyss and cold pool this road would lead to, so what?

He had got what he wanted most. All the difficulties in his life had gone to the past.

On the second day, Cassandra and Martin got up early in the morning. Old Master Shen was suddenly dead. They had to go there in person, just for the sake of Lenny.

Recently, the Shen family had been involved in a series of funerals. Although the Shen family had a high status and the bosses had to come over, some people thought it was bad luck. After coming to the funeral, they left in a hurry, and the funeral parlor was particularly quiet.

The weather was not good today. It was dark. The funeral parlor was ag

arrived, the whole mourning hall became active. Martin had a special identity, and whoever he supported would be the most likely to inherit the Shen group in the future.

"Martin..." Fiona's face was pale and painful. The moment she saw Martin, she seemed to grab the last life-saving straw and stood up from the ground.

Scales and Old Master Shen died one after another which was no different from a fatal blow to her. The once famous celebrity of the capital city was like a withered flower, losing her former high spirit.

Martin nodded slightly, "I'm sorry."

Fiona's eyes were red and bloodshot. She stared at Martin and said, "Dad and grandpa left so suddenly. I... I really don't know what to do, Martin, I... "

"Before Old Master Shen died, he made a will. Since Mr. Martin is here, why don't we make the content of the will public in front of him? What do you think?" Hancock interrupted Fiona's words, and the old fox finally couldn't help revealing his fox tail.

Hearing this, Fiona's pale face suddenly showed an unprecedented shock and anger. Just now, Hancock stood on her side and spoke for her, but when he turned around, Hancock couldn't wait to show his true face.

It seemed that even if Hancock helped her just now, it was just a tactic of delaying the war.