Let Me Go Mr Hill novel Chapter 1759

Let me go, Mr. Hill By Shallow South Chapter 1759

Ryan’s expression was cold. “You want a member of the Snow family to kneel to you? Are you trying to rebel?”

“Haha, I’m not trying to rebel, but I just think that the prime minister isn’t as good as me. I also want to taste the feeling of being in control of the country.” Gavin chuckled and smiled sinisterly.

Nathan’s eyes were instantly covered with a layer of frosty gloom. “Looks like this feast tonight is being held with other intentions in mind.”

He clasped his hands behind his back and walked around, looking at the guests present with a dark gaze.

They were all his officials, but now, they were standing at the side with trepidation. They did not utter a single word.

“Haha, that’s not true. After all, today is my birthday,” Gavin said loudly, “To tell you the truth, I don’t really think much of the ginseng you gave me. Just give me the power in your hands instead. Besides, you’ve already had a taste of what it’s like to be the prime minister. Think about it. If it weren’t for me supporting you all these years, you might not even be able to sit in this position, right?”

Nathan did not say anything, but Ryan could not hold back his anger anymore. He accused furiously and yelled, “You’re shameless! If it weren’t for my father, would you be able to come to Canberra and have what you have now? A person should know how to be content with what he has. You’re already someone who stands above tens of thousands of others.”

“You stinking brat, I’m talking to your father! Who are you to tell me what to do? Scram!” Gavin slapped his hand away. “I don’t want to be second- best. I want to stand above all else.”

Ryan’s body trembled with anger. “You’re courting Before he could finish, Wesley aimed his gun at him. “I think you’re the one courting death.”

Ryan froze, not daring to move.

Nathan slowly narrowed his eyes. “Gavin, are you really trying to rebel? Did you really think that I’d dare come here without making any preparations? Guards…”