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…”

lips twisting

but a has

in my book. A mere

chauffeur dipped his head, a mix of respect and fear

the rest of the world might be clueless, he knew the

second

in the fighters’ community.

eighty-third spot-a spot

the fighters’ ranking were

spot among the top one hundred fighters took more than

physical strength;

needed a lethal technique that ordinary individuals found hard

defeat even those

transformation.

true powerhouses of Regulus

enough chit-chat. Time

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

and the

the Jackman family, no funny

she’ll get a taste of what a Chart of Fighters

shot

can do!”

time, whipping out

+15 BONOS

screen came to life, it buzzed with an

“Mister Jackman?”

the driver quickly picked up.

“Mister Yaron Scott!”

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

Matthew’s phone, his voice filled with

put him on the line-it’s an

An emergency?

complexion shifted subtly as he hastily passed the

Leandro Jackman, it’s Basil,

bodyguard.

trouble at the

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