Chapter 457

James stood next to Miles, looking down at the guy who was well over six feet tall, but somehow, he gave off this broken vibe. Scratching his head in disbelief, James crouched down and pulled Miles up. "C'mon, have some water—time to eat something." Miles didn't wake up. Instead, he grabbed James by the collar and muttered, "Samuel Schroeder… you should just rot in hell." His voice was thick with hatred and fury, the kind of raw emotion that made it sound like he'd drag his brother straight to hell with him if he had to go there himself. James stared at him. Of course, he knew Samuel's name. The guy basically ran most of the Schroeder family's business now. Samuel was the eldest son of old Mr. Schroeder. Miles? The youngest, born when the old man was already getting on in years. But the family patriarch's health was deteriorating fast—barely clinging to life with insanely expensive treatments. It was only a matter of time before chaos erupted in the Schroeder family. And Miles getting