Since ancient times, the night a family patriarch dies has been the most crucial night.

But Gabriel was an exception.


He had no competitors.

In my previous life, Old Mr. Koster died in his sleep, only discovered by servants in the early morning.

Gabriel inherited the entire Koster family smoothly and without incident.


But this life, there was Ethan.

And me.


As long as my third move was good enough, precise enough, kicking Gabriel out wouldn't be difficult.

I prepared everything according to plan.

Heart-to-heart talks with my father.

Planning with Ethan.

The Koster family mansion remained normal.

Gabriel went to work as usual, and Vivian continued her crying fits.

Soon, a month passed.

As night fell, I sent Gabriel a message.

[Midnight, Maple Park in the west of the city.]