Surely enough, three days later, Matteo's was dumbstruck. On the morning of that day, no sooner had he popped into the office than the authorities came for an investigation. It was beyond his imagination that his company would actually be involved with the framing of the Richards Group. Moreover, in the face of a large amount of evidence, his legal team could not reverse the case. Finally, the Jones Group's luxury cars were forced to be banned and withdrawn from the global market once and for all. Not only that, the one hundred million dollars that he had earned previously was all used up to pay the fine. The peak of his fury was the rumors spreading within the market due to the authorities' investigation, and the news media seemed to have caught wind of the news long ago and swarmed to their company, having a field day. Influenced by this bad news, the Jones Group stock took a nosedive, and its market value had shrunk by a hundred million. In the absence of an external bai
"Alvin, at the first sign of their signal light, we'll charge forward in no time." Hansen gave an order on his cell phone. Time trickled by slowly. Everyone held their breath, just for the sake of this moment. Finally, the signal light flashed. From another direction came five extremists of the sect, wearing balaclavas and donning long robes. The people from both sides slowly approached. "Go." Hansen waved his hand and gave the order. Everyone surreptitiously rushed forward from the back. "Raise your hand, don't move." As their whistles rang out and the trading commenced, Hansen and the others stormed forward, raising the guns in their hands and aiming at them. "Raise your hand. You are surrounded." With a roar, Christopher pointed at the leader with the long rifle in his hand and approached them. "Now." Alvin and the others jumped forward and shouted as they urged. Those people were obviously caught off guard. They didn't exp
Just as Hansen and Christopher were desperately trying to fight their way out against the enemy, the sound of a helicopter reverberated in the sky. He looked up and saw several helicopters hovering above his head. Someone was shouting in English, "Put down your weapons and surrender. We are the government army. You are all surrounded." When Hansen heard this, he felt like a magnificent rainbow had appeared in the sky, illuminating the entire night sky. Christopher also heard it. He turned his head and exclaimed excitedly, "Hansen, we are lucky to be saved." Hansen also nodded his head in excitement. All of them put down their guns. The helicopter ladder was extended when the extremists realized something and began to shoot back at the government army. As expected, the government army were all well-trained masters. Moreover, they had advanced weapons in their hands. So, after only a few rounds, they had severely suppressed the extremists.
"Sergio, as soon as the Ocean Heart is in our possession, we can get ready to leave. The plane is on standby, and all procedures are done and dusted." Yadriel's wily eyes were eclipsed by a shadow. He had already made preparations for this day. "Head over to Richards Manor in A City to find ways to get the treasure, and I will deal with tomorrow's election. Remember, this thing can't be delayed any longer. If it goes on, then what awaits us will be the threat of imprisonment." Yadriel warned sincerely. Sergio nodded and walked out, completely disheartened. The strong dominated the weak. That was the law in this world. From then on, would he spend the rest of his life in a foreign land? No, he didn't want to, for he might never be able to see her again. He lowered his head and trudged out of the Xanthe family's courtyard. Liya was hiding in the guest room of Crystal Cove Garden. She covered her head with the quilt, with her whole body trembling. What
Jenna came forward, took a bow, and brought General Delia before the memorial tablet. General Delia placed the flowers before bowing sincerely three times towards Vivian's portrait. Then, he retreated to one side with Trevor. Sabrina had heard that General Delia was coming, and had hidden herself somewhere with the excuse that she had to deal with something. As a result, General Delia didn't see his daughter Sabrina despite having waited in the Ink Garden for the whole afternoon. Displeasure was written all over his dark face. When the sun set, he remained standing in the back garden of Ink Garden with both hands clutching a newspaper behind his back. He was in a dark mood. The funeral hymns in the mourning hall echoed from time to time, causing his mood to be clouded with worry. His daughter, Sabrina, was 26 years old. A few years ago, she broke off the engagement with Norton Richards, and her reputation had been tainted because of what Norton did.
General Delia's words scoured Sabrina's heart. She felt chills running down her spine and could not think of anything to say for a moment. She suddenly felt a burst of pain in her stomach. Her face was pale as she squatted down. "Sabrina, what's wrong?" Norton, who was worried about her, stayed in a corner of the corridor. When he saw General Delia stomping out of the hall, he rushed in. He saw Sabrina squatting on the ground with a hand over her stomach and panicked. Sabrina slowly raised her head. Norton saw her pale face. Tears had welled up in her bright, grief-stricken eyes. His heart tightened. He couldn't help touching her face, wanting to comfort her. "D*mn it." Sabrina pushed his hand away and slapped him hard on the face. Then, she covered her mouth and ran outside. Norton was stunned and was rooted to the spot. He hadn't come back to his senses when Sabrina's figure disappeared. After a long time, he saw a piece of newspaper on
The rays of the morning sun gradually conquered the canopy of darkness that hung over the Richards Manor. A faint layer of mist enveloped the place. The entire mansion was shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere. It was exceptionally sorrowful. When Jenna opened her eyes, she found herself in the guest room with a quilt covering her body. She was stunned, and her eyes shone with confusion. She didn't know where she was. The funeral music in Ink Garden drifted in like the sound of a weeping song, accompanied by bouts of noisy chatter. Soon, she came to her senses. Grandma Vivian's funeral was still going on, and she had slept in the guest room the previous night. She hurriedly got up and walked into the bathroom. In front of the mirror of the marble counter, there was her reflection. It was a slightly tan face, and pyjamas illustrated with a smiling cartoon bunny. What was going on? Jenna's hand, which was holding the toothpaste tube, stiffened. The nig
"Mr. Richards, the person who went into Vivian's bedroom could be the one who changed her will. We can arrest her and interrogate her now. Not to mention, that day, she pushed Madam to the ground. It should be her." Standing next to him, Lomen recalled. Hansen narrowed his eyes and asked coldly, "Is she still in Richards Manor?" "Yes, she was Oscar's sugar baby. Matteo was furious after he found out about it. He sent people to reclaim all his property and money. She came to Richards Manor in this desperate situation. Madam saw that she had been disfigured and had lost the ability to bear children. So, she took her in for a few days, hoping that she could turn over a new leaf. As we can see, she hasn't changed even after all this," Lomen reported everything that happened in the past few days after Hansen left, his tone was filled with indignation. John at the side also nodded and agreed. "Madam is too kind. She shouldn't have let that woman in." Hansen's eyes nar