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

but a has

my book. A mere

dipped his head, a mix of respect and fear etched

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

second

even thirty, and already a marvel in the fighters’ community. On this

eighty-third

ranking were

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

physical strength;

technique that ordinary individuals found hard

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

transformation.

were the true powerhouses of Regulus Windsur back

chit-chat. Time

the line. Tell her to hand over New

and the

Life formula to the Jackman family,

make it clear-if she even thinks about saying no, she’ll

shot

can do!”

no time, whipping

+15 BONOS

screen came to life, it buzzed with an incoming

“Mister Jackman?”

the driver quickly

“Mister Yaron Scott!”

Abason Mountains, right outside the

phone, his voice filled

put him on the

An emergency?

subtly as he

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

bodyguard.

trouble at

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