Three Little Guardian Angels

Chapter 2027

Naturally, the Skull Club had no problem working with Donald. Their feud was with his father several decades ago, not the son. Better yet, Donald loved raining money–he simply favored power more than wealth. If burning a hole through his wallet meant making friends in high places, then he would go through with that without batting an eye.

There was truth to his method. Had he been even a little more frugal, his entertainment business would have never flown this ligh. Who was the Skull Club to refuse his overgenerous offer of money?

The Skull Club‘s assistance and his identity as Matthews Sr.‘s son allowed him to run to the Eastern Islands. There, he revealed who he was instead of lying low–to secure a haven. As long as he remained within the Islands, the police would be powerless to catch him.

Nollace flashed a perfunctory smile. “You didn‘t help him?”

Sunny set his cup on the table. “I helped Matthews Sr. because he‘s a greedy pig at worst. He was never a murderer. He never killed anyone for money in his entire life. But Donald‘s made of different stuff, I heard. He‘s a madman who escaped prison, at the very least. Letting him stay on my island is akin to planting a ticking bomb next to my pillow.”

a conspicuous, seconds–long

to permit your stay, either. I know who you are. Donald went to prison

in Yaramoor had reported Nollace as the man who sent Donald to prison, so the former‘s role was never a secret. No one should be surprised that Sunny knew. “Why?” Nollace asked, smiling.

with his empty cup. “You and Fabio seem to be playing nice with one another in the islands, but it‘s all a farce. Still water belies dangers, doesn‘t it? Putting two kings in the same land is

gaze with an even keel. He was not going to lose to psychological warfare. A long silence passed. Sunny narrowed his eyes before letting out a laugh.

manipulating unions and business guilds, controlling ports and harbors. There is no way a man like that would let you live free, out of his surveillance. He speaks of a desire for peace, Mr. Southern, but in the shadow, he acts in accordance with war. He rallies as much support from the land as he can, slowly gnawing away at your power to grow slowly. “You refused to grant Donald sanctuary back then because you

his powers again, and if he

“I doubt he‘s capable of giving Fabio what he wants.” “Fabio‘s eyes are set on the political stage, Mr. Southern. Just because Donald‘s a lame–duck right now doesn‘t mean he automatically lost his old political connections,