Somewhere in a clubhouse in New York, a little boy with black hair and black eyes was sitting on a high-end leather sofa playing with the tablet in his hand, and not far from him, sat two men, one of whom had the appearance of a woman who made a woman crazy. Inside and outside this box, including around them, there were dozens of men in black standing around them, and the water around the room was impassable.

The phone suddenly clanged, indicating that a call was coming in, and Marty looked at the screen, which showed an unfamiliar number, but it was familiar to him.

"I'm Marty." He picked up the phone, the other party didn't know what was said on the phone, Marty's black eyes flashed a hint of anger, which made people shudder, and he swept his side glance at the two men not far away, who didn't notice him.

"Bring her here." Marty commanded in a deep voice, hung up the phone, walked over to the two men, and said a few words in the ear of the handsome man, who nodded and whispered a few words.

"Mr. Raymond's godson is really unusual, and it seems that Mr. Raymond has a successor." The man sitting across from him smiled slightly and spoke flatteringly. Anyone with eyes can see that the gangster in front of him, who holds 80% of the world's arms and is famously perverted, is still single, and it is said that he has many mistresses around him, but none of them have given birth to an heir for him. Recently, he has always taken this little boy with black hair and black eyes by his side, and his intention is self-evident. As we all know, Edmund regarded his four godsons and goddaughters as his own, and their father's affection for him was certainly part of the reason, and the deeper reason was well known, although Edmund never revealed it, everyone knew that the reason why he did not marry a wife and did not let his mistress bear children for him was because he always loved a woman in his heart. This deep love made him prefer to cut off his own children and grandchildren, and give his place to the child who has her bloodline.

"It's over." Edmund smiled slightly, and watched Marty walk out of the room with soft eyes, among the four godsons and goddaughters, Momo is the proud daughter of the sky, the little princess who everyone holds in the palm of their hands, he dotes on her, loves her, and cares for her, but it is impossible to give her the responsibility of the gang boss. And Alex and Edward are the eldest and second sons of the Hoffman family, and the business of the Hoffman family needs to be inherited by the two of them, and Marty, as the youngest son, has undoubtedly become the best candidate for his future heir, and the main reason is that among the four godsons, Marty is the most similar to Yuwei in addition to Momo. Intelligent, deep, forbearing, warm as spring to his loved ones, and as cold as winter to his enemies, these are the qualities that a gang boss must have.

"Didn't Mr. Raymond think that it would be unconvincing to hand over his position to an outsider?" The man smiled, but his voice was very provocative, "If your father knew, he would definitely be unwilling." ”

Edmund's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he said succinctly: "I am the current ruler!" He paused and smiled, but the smile made the other man shudder, "My father agrees that it doesn't matter to me, or ......... You can help me go down and ask for his opinion. ”

The other party was startled by these murderous words, and hurriedly apologized, he knew that the character of the man in front of him, under the seemingly gentle appearance, he actually had a ruthless heart, like a demon in the garb of an angel, killing people was like a routine for him, except for the Hoffman family, no one's life was worth anything to him.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Raymond, but I just don't understand why my husband is still single and has no children. Aren't you afraid of outsiders making irresponsible remarks? There is an old saying in the Chinese, 'There are three unfilial pieties, and no queen is great'" A man who is over forty years old but has never had an heir is inevitably strange in the eyes of uninformed outsiders.

"It didn't mean anything to me if she didn't give birth to her." Edmund picked up the glass in front of him and took a sip, "As for outsiders, whatever they want to say about them, as long as they don't let me hear about it." "There is only one person in his life, and since he can't have her, then take a step back and let the child who has her blood inherit his place. In his eyes, other women are tools used to warm the bed, and as for children, they are not worthy of giving birth to his children.

This 'she' didn't name her, but the other party already knew it, but he hadn't seen Lan Yuwei, although he had heard a lot of her deeds, in his opinion, it was not Er'er, Marty's excellence, and he felt that he had inherited his father.