Oops My Toyboy Is A Hidden Tycoon

Chapter 205

Preston couldn't believe it. It turned out everything Jonathan said was true. For the first time, he saw that crazed side of his mother, her eyes bloodshot, her face eerie, like a wrathful demon emerging from the darkness, her hands covered in blood. He was terrified, absolutely terrified.

The things Whitney said, the senseless malice, the arrogance that treated lives like they were nothing. Preston suddenly felt that she wasn't the mother he used to know.

Preston's world felt like it had been hit by a bomb, with bullets and explosions tearing everything apart. In an instant, his world was shattered beyond recognition. He didn't know how long he'd been on the rooftop until he saw a helicopter coming back. Only then did he come to his senses. He quickly got to his feet.

Jonathan..." He thought Jonathan might have come back. Suddenly, he realized Cynthia had jumped into the sea. Instantly. the turbulent emotions in his heart froze over. Nothing else was important now; only Cynthia mattered.

Preston sprinted towards the airplane. To his disappointment, it wasn't Jonathan who came out, but Claude. Preston quickly grabbed Claude's arm. "Mr. Gaston, where's Jonathan? Did you find Cynthia? She's alive, right?" Claude's expression was very serious. "We couldn't find anyone. The storm has arrived, and I had to return" Preston stepped back a few paces, nearly collapsing to the ground. Suddenly, he turned around and ran out frantically Preston first found Jason. It was only then Jason realized that Cynthia and Jonathan were both missing. Nina had also fallen into the sea but was fortunately rescued.

On the first day of the show's recording, there were eight guests. By the last day, only four were left. Currently, the fate of two was still unknown.

Jason was stunned. He couldn't take on this responsibility because Betrico Multimedia was the main sponsor and producer of the reality show. So for the past few days, the live room was completely under the control of Whitney's team. She decided what the audience would see.

He originally had no objections. But now that lives were at stake he had no choice but to take back control of the live room

The show had a professional rescue team in place to handle life threatening situations for the guests under extreme circumstances. The entire rescue team was sent out. But shortly after, they all returned as the typhoon struck.

The waves were as high as several meters. Neither the plane nor the speedboat could stay

the sea all

for long.

Susanna was almost going crazy with worry. Clifford in Betrico also got the news. Thousands in the rescue team headed out overnight, but were trapped by the typhoon and couldn't reach Angel Island.

wild sind, That night, Angel Island was also hit by strong winds. The coconut trees were bent low, and the waves kicked up forming little tornadoes on the beach. The typhoon raged on, leaving a mess in its path, like it was the end of the world,

Preston watched the howling winds outside, trembling all over. His eyes were bloodshot, his fingers clenched tightly, and finally, he punched the glass. Blood flowed freely, but he didn't feel any pain.

It seemed like only the physical pain could ease his heart a little

The door to the room was opened. Preston turned around. Whimey stood at the doorway. She seemed to have just taken a bath and changed into a clean, custom-made luxury suit. Even the evening, she was perfectly made-up, and her hair was freshly styled. She looked refined and elegant, full of grace and charm.

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This was Preston's constant image of his mother. At any time, she appeared noble, elegant, and composed, like the moon in the sky. If only he hadn't witnessed the scene on the rooftop tonight. Whitney held a delicate little porcelain dish in her hand. "You didn't seem to eat much tonight, so I had your favorite soup made," Whitney said, putting the porcelain dish on the small table in the room. But Preston didn't move. He just kept looking at her.

Whitney smiled at him and said, "What are you looking at, Preston?"

Suddenly, Preston asked, "Mom, why do you have to kill Jonathan?"

Whitney was sitting on the sofa, about to lift the lid off the porcelain bowl. As she heard these words, it was like she'd been burnt. She looked up, but her face still held a gentle smile.

"Preston, what are you talking about?" asked she.

Preston said. "I heard everything. You want to kill Jonathan; you said he's a demon. You want him dead, you want him to go to hell."

Whitney's expression quickly turned cold,

Preston's voice was calm and mechanical. "Not only do you want to kill Jonathan, but you're using Cynthia and Nina as leverage, forcing him to decide who lives and who dies, driving him insane.

"Why, why are you doing this? He's your brother, even the one who looks most like you among all the siblings. Why be so * cruel?

"You not only killed Jonathan, but you also forced Cynthia and Nina to jump into the sea. Now, we don't even know if Cynthia is alive, yet you feel no guilt. Grandma was right, you treat human life as trivial, and you're a ruthless killer." "Preston, shut up!" Whitney's face was filled with anger.

But soon, Whitney noticed Preston's hand was bleeding heavily. Red drops of blood trickled down, silently soaking into the carpet.

Whitney frowned as she moved closer, taking Preston's hand. "What happened to your hand?"

Preston quickly pulled his hand away. "You don't need to worry about me. I can't even tell when you're being real and when you're not. You're like a ghost with a human mask.""

"Preston! How can you speak to your mother like that?" Whitney's voice was firm and authoritative.

Whitney added, "That's right, I did want to kill your uncle, but anyone else can call me ruthless, not you. Preston, everything I've done was to pave the way for you."

Preston suddenly became furious. "Enough, don't use me as your excuse. I don't need you to pave the way for me. I don't care at all. If it means losing humanity and even killing family for those

about inheriting the Bennett family's busines heartless assets, of what use are they to me?"

Preston gritted his teeth and said, "Mom, I absolutely won't compete with my uncle for the Bennett estate. I'll tell Grandpa that I renounce all inheritance, I don't want a single penny. Regarding the Sullivan family, I don't want anything there either" Smack! A loud slap landed on Preston's cheek.

"Preston, you are my son, how can you say such things? Whitney was truly angry, her chest heaving her eyes filled with cold anger.

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