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…”

about it.” Leandro cut him off, his lips twisting into a sneer.

but a has

soldier in my book. A

dipped his head, a mix of

be clueless, he knew the score all too

second

in the fighters’ community. On

snagged the eighty-third spot-a

ranking were at least Grandmasters at the pinnacle

transformation. To secure a spot among the top one hundred fighters took more

physical strength;

a lethal technique that

enabled one to effortlessly defeat even those at the peak of ordinary

transformation.

were the true powerhouses of

chit-chat. Time

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

and the

Life formula to the Jackman family,

saying no, she’ll

shot

can do!”

time, whipping out his phone to

+15 BONOS

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

“Mister Jackman?”

quickly

“Mister Yaron Scott!”

at the base of Abason Mountains, right outside

clutched Matthew’s phone, his

Jackman? Quick, put

An emergency?

subtly as he

etched with anxiety. “Mister Leandro Jackman, it’s Basil, the Mister Matthew

bodyguard.

at the

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