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…”

it.” Leandro cut him off, his lips twisting into a sneer. “Whatever his skills,

but a has

in my book.

a mix of

rest of the world might be clueless, he knew the score all too

second

not even thirty, and already a marvel in

he snagged the eighty-third spot-a spot that

ranking were at least Grandmasters

secure a spot among the top

physical strength;

a lethal technique that ordinary individuals

to effortlessly defeat even those at the peak

transformation.

were the true powerhouses of Regulus

chit-chat.

hand haughtily. “Get Amber on the line. Tell her to hand over New

and the

the Jackman

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

shot

can do!”

whipping out

+15 BONOS

to life, it buzzed with

“Mister Jackman?”

quickly picked

“Mister Yaron Scott!”

right outside the gates of the Jackman pharmaceutical

phone, his voice filled with despair. “Are

Jackman? Quick, put

An emergency?

chauffeur’s complexion shifted subtly as he hastily passed the cell phone to

anxiety. “Mister Leandro Jackman,

bodyguard.

at the

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