"The tuition for the kids' classes—we can't even scrape together 4,000 dollars!" John lamented.

He knew well that the Pentra family would never let them go.

But what else could they do?

John sighed. "It's not that we dare not resist, it's that we can't. The Pentra family is too powerful. Those who oppose them vanish without a trace!

"Disappearing without a sound! It's better to live poorly than to die gloriously. I still have a wife and kids..."

His family was his tether.

Without family, what good would resisting the Pentras do?

John had long grown weary of such days.

"Alright." Eric stood up. "Since you are unwilling, we won't insist. Mr. Biscus, let's go."

John escorted the two out of his home, sighing before closing the door.

Downstairs, Eric said, "Find out where Mr. Dede's children attend those classes and pay the tuition. The money will come from me."

Ron hurriedly said, "Mr. Johnson, I'll cover the cost!"

Eric patted Ron's shoulder. "You're an employee, I'm the boss.