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…”

his lips twisting into a sneer.

but a has

soldier in my

dipped his head, a mix of respect and fear etched on his

world might be clueless, he knew the score all too

second

thirty, and already a marvel in

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

the fighters’ ranking were at least Grandmasters at the

secure a spot among the top

physical strength;

technique that ordinary individuals found

skill set enabled one to effortlessly defeat

transformation.

the true powerhouses of Regulus Windsur back

enough chit-chat. Time

on the

and the

to the Jackman

it clear-if she even thinks about saying no, she’ll get a taste of what a Chart

shot

can do!”

no time, whipping out

+15 BONOS

buzzed with an incoming call that

“Mister Jackman?”

quickly picked up.

“Mister Yaron Scott!”

of Abason Mountains, right outside the gates

family bodyguard clutched Matthew’s phone, his voice

Quick, put him on the line-it’s an

An emergency?

as he

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

bodyguard.

trouble at the

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