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

but a has

soldier in my book. A

chauffeur dipped his head, a mix of respect

be clueless, he knew the

second

in the fighters’ community.

of Fighters, he snagged the eighty-third spot-a spot that should

ranking were at

among the top one hundred fighters took more than

physical strength;

that ordinary individuals found hard to

enabled one to effortlessly defeat even those at the peak of

transformation.

were the true powerhouses of Regulus Windsur

chit-chat. Time for

waved his hand haughtily. “Get Amber on the line. Tell her to

and the

Life formula to the Jackman family, no funny

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

shot

can do!”

chauffeur wasted no time, whipping

+15 BONOS

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

“Mister Jackman?”

the driver quickly picked up.

“Mister Yaron Scott!”

Abason Mountains, right outside the gates of the Jackman pharmaceutical plant,

Jackman family bodyguard clutched Matthew’s phone,

Mister Leandro Jackman? Quick, put him on

An emergency?

shifted subtly as he hastily passed the cell

Leandro Jackman, it’s Basil,

bodyguard.

trouble at the

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