Chapter 0205

Gael’s father-in-law, Bram Yablon, head of the Yablon clan, became a household name. The Yablon

Pharma Group’s smashing entry onto the NASDAK ballooned the family fortune to billions, catapulting

them into Woolpackton’s elite.

For Gael Bram was the last hope, the ace up his sleeve. Even the shadowy figures who pulled the

strings in

Woolpackton’s underworld heavyweights tipped their hats to Bram.

“Your father-in-law, Bram?”

Drake paused, then stepped closer to Alexander, his voice a hushed murmur, “Mister Kane, I know

Bram. He’s not the one to worry about-it’s the muscle behind him that’s chilling.”

He leaned in, voice dropping to a whisper, “The pharma market’s a gold mine, and the big players-the

super- families-are all diving in. I can’t say who’s got Bram’s back, but the word on the street is…they

hail from the

north.”

The north? That got a chuckle out of Alexander.

Regulus Windsur, the north’s mightiest, was his turf, where he reigned supreme-a one-man army, the

legendary Lord of War, Alexander himself!

“Mister Hardy.” Alexander’s lips twitched into a sly grin as he eyed Drake.

“Only a sharp mind can lead Woolpackton, and a sharp mind knows the game.”

“Let’s see just how sharp you really are!”

The influence Bram wielded was a force not even he would dare cross. Yet, there stood Alexander,

whose prowess was nothing short of breathtaking. With a mere flick of his wrist, he effortlessly took

down the famed ” Ghost Sword” Wilhelm, a master of the mystical energy transformation realm.

time, ready to risk not only my fortune but

Kane.”

Drake said.

in his eyes as he turned

Yablons on the line. Tell them

up. Any longer, and they’ll be

phone and punched in the

up-and-coming tycoon of Woolpackton, head of the Yablon

Roughly ten minutes passed.

Gael?!” a shrill, hysterical scream echoed down the hallway. “Drake, have you lost

to touch my husband? Who was it? I’ll have

head!”

hallway snapped to the source

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Nery Yablon, stormed in. She looked like she

a robe with mask residue on her face, flanked by an elder in green and

bodyguards. One look

Gael, and she was

Gael had been dealt a

had taken turns slapping him silly for a solid

honed

a battered mess, swollen

“Mister Hardy.”

a sharp gray suit, his face etched with

His eyes flicked to Gael, and his

people

have hurt my son-in-law!”

locked on the

Before the Yablons

Sword was the undisputed champion of

had become his shadow. His true power was a mystery,

were certain-he had reached a

mythical.

you’re Gael’s father-in-law, Bram?” Alexander’s voice was calm, almost detached, as he

and faced the Yablons. “Gael crossed my wife. I

have two choices.

New Chesire Group from Ol’ Mare is branching out

equipment, worth no less than a

compensation. However, all you’ll

his head back and laughed. “So that’s why Mister

me. You’re the puppet

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