Chapter 0254

A sleek Maserati with a northern tag eased to a halt on the fresh asphalt of the ring road encircling the

New Chesire Group’s burgeoning industrial park, nestled in the northern outskirts of Ol’ Mare.

A young man in a crisp white T-shirt emerged from the vehicle, his gaze sweeping over the park, a

confident

smirk playing at the edge of his lips.

He was Leandro, the scion of one of the mighty northern clans, the Jackman family.

The Jackman family had dispatched a mere six people to Ol’ Mare, and Leandro was among that elite

group.

His mission? To seize control of New Chesire Group and claim their pharmaceutical sensation, ‘One

Life’, for

his own.

“The boss of New Chesire Group is Amber, isn’t she?”

Approaching the park’s gate, Leandro peered inside, a low laugh escaping him. “Rumor has it she’s Ol’

Mare’s

reigning beauty. Gorgeous and gifted, yet she’s saddled herself with a deadbeat husband…

“Ah, that’s right. The washed-up nobody, Alexander, right?”

The middle-aged chauffeur, who had been driving, promptly bowed, his tone steeped in deference.

“Indeed!

However, sir, Alexander might not be the loser the gossip suggests. The Ellis family’s downfall, the

Hart’s

uprooting-it’s all linked to him. If…”

lips

but a has

in my book. A mere

head, a mix of respect and

the world might be clueless, he knew the score all too well. The

second

in the fighters’ community. On this year’s Regulus

of Fighters, he snagged the eighty-third

the fighters’ ranking were at least Grandmasters at the

secure a spot among the top

physical strength;

needed a lethal technique that ordinary individuals

enabled one to effortlessly defeat even those at

transformation.

were the true powerhouses of Regulus

chit-chat. Time

Amber on the line. Tell her to hand over

and the

to the

clear-if she even thinks about saying no, she’ll get a taste of what a Chart of Fighters

shot

can do!”

whipping out his phone

+15 BONOS

came to life, it buzzed with an incoming call that was

“Mister Jackman?”

the driver quickly

“Mister Yaron Scott!”

outside the gates of

bodyguard clutched Matthew’s phone, his

Quick, put him on the

An emergency?

middle-aged chauffeur’s complexion shifted subtly as he hastily passed the cell

Leandro Jackman, it’s Basil, the Mister

bodyguard.

trouble at the

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