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…”

Leandro cut him off, his lips twisting into a sneer. “Whatever his skills, he’s

but a has

soldier in my

dipped his head, a mix of respect and fear

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

second

already a marvel in the fighters’

snagged the eighty-third spot-a spot that

it onto the fighters’ ranking were at least Grandmasters

To secure a spot among the

physical strength;

a lethal technique that ordinary individuals

enabled one to effortlessly defeat even those at the

transformation.

true powerhouses of

enough chit-chat. Time

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

and the

Life formula to the Jackman

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

shot

can do!”

no time, whipping out his phone to

+15 BONOS

came to life, it buzzed with an incoming call that

“Mister Jackman?”

driver quickly

“Mister Yaron Scott!”

at the base of Abason Mountains, right outside the gates

bodyguard clutched Matthew’s phone, his voice filled with despair. “Are

Mister Leandro Jackman? Quick, put him

An emergency?

subtly as he hastily passed

with anxiety. “Mister Leandro

bodyguard.

trouble at

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