Chapter 62

In the luxurious villa’s living room.

A skinny middle-aged man was sitting on the sofa.

He had short grey hair and thick stubble on his face.

When he heard footsteps outside the door, he slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were cloudy but fierce.

Nash looked at the middle-aged man and the man looked into Nash’s eyes.

Their eyes met and Nash was immediately put in his place.

The feeling this man gave him was as if he was standing in front of a God.

He had a confident and domineering aura.

This was the Warden in charge of the millions of soldiers in the Northern Territory while Nash was just a Grim Reaper hiding

in the dark.

Even though he had the power to kill him, he was far behind the Warden in terms of aura.

Nash clasped his hands and said, “Greetings, Warden!”

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need for formalities.

and sat on a

the other two men did not dare

“You lot can sit too. Just treat me

rules…”

down after hearing that.

his phone, and whispered,

at Stellar and said, “Didn’t I

bowed and said, “Warden, the Watson family does not care about money.

helplessly. “Send

to look at Grant.

villa and soon brought Harold and the two martial

and said, “Warden, why didn’t you tell me that you were coming to

better than

said, “Mr. Watson, how dare you? How is my house worse than yours?”

the Watsons have a villa in the Royal Bay does not mean that the Zells do

safety, he did not dare to let

for his own retirement and was worth 28 million dollars. The level of luxury was

muttered, “Stop

and Grant quickly shut their mouths.

at the two bodyguards Harold brought, frowned, and asked, “Are those two reliable?”

Absolutely

is Iron

arts. The cleric

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