Tyrel pped Gaben across the face and cursed, "Can''t you speak like a human being? Have you no shame?"


    "I... I''m sorry."


    Gaben lowered his head, not daring to speak further. A murderous intent shed in Tyrel''s eyes as he continued to curse, "No matter what, my son is dead, and Orin''s son has to die!"


    "But, that''s Mister Cambell''s son. Tyrel, if you provoke him, we''ll all be finished."


    "What''s this? Are you scared now?"


    Tyrel grabbed Gaben''s clothes and said, "Let me tell you, I have evidence of your crimes. We''re in the same boat now. If you dare to talk about this, I won''t spare you."


    "I... Tyrel, how could I betray you?" Gaben was stuck between a rock and a hard ce. He originally wanted to befriend Tyrel and make some extra money together. But unexpectedly, things did not go as nned, and now he was in this dilemma.


    Gaben knew very well that if Tyrel insisted on confronting Orin, then he would lose his usefulness. However, if Gaben did not cooperate with Tyrel and his crimes were exposed by Tyrel, he would inevitably face a great disaster.


    Everything Gaben owned was acquired from selling collected artifacts. Gaben had gained hundreds of millions in wealth with this method. If he were reported, he would likely face either a death sentence or life imprisonment, with no chance of getting out.


    Gaben sighed. At this moment, he felt really unlucky. He had intended to make a fortune with Tyrel, but now he was stuck in this situation.


    After thinking it over, Gaben realized that there was only one way to get rid of Tyrel and avoid being exposed by him at the same time, which was to kill Tyrel.


    Gaben did not have the courage to kill someone, but if Tyrel insisted on going against Orin, then Gaben could seize some opportunities. As long as he made sure Tyrel died outside, then Tyrel wouldn''t be able to disclose anything.


    Tyrel looked at the information Gaben had collected and said, "It seems that Faron has a good rtionship with the CEO of Cape Consortium, Wilbur. As far as I know, Gaben, you seem to have recent dealings with Wilbur. The tenndscape paintings you sold... were they sent by Wilbur?"


    "Yes, indeed. Those tenndscape paintings were sent by Wilbur. There was a total of twenty, but I was afraid he would get suspicious, so I sold only ten first." Gaben nodded repeatedly.


    "Good. In that case, contact Wilbur and tell him that you''re very satisfied with the twentyndscape paintings he donated to the museum and that you want to meet him in person."


    "Tyrel, are you saying I should arrange to meet Wilbur?" Gaben looked confused. "But this matter has nothing to do with Mister Penn. Why do you have a problem with him?"


    Wilbur provided twentyndscape paintings as soon as he made a move and even promised that Cape Consortium would donate twenty artifacts to the Seechertown Museum every year. Gaben, as the museum''s director, naturally wanted to keep this source of ie.


    "You fool, you''re as dumb as a pig. You have no connection with Orin''s son. Why would I ask you to arrange a meeting with him? I''m telling you to arrange a meeting with Wilbur. Orin''s son will naturally follow along. By then, I''ll find a way to deal with Orin''s son. Don''t worry, I''ll spare your cash cow."


    "Thank you, Tyrel, thank you." Gaben finally felt relieved. He let out a sigh of relief. After all, Tyrel was a ruthless person with blood on his hands. If Tyrel, due


    to the pain of losing his son, was determined to get rid of Faron at all costs, Wilbur probably would not survive either.


    However, it seemed that Tyrel had not lost his sanity. Gaben had reached his current position through experience, and at that moment, he had already devised a n in his mind.