The next day, in the study room of the Clarkson family. Charles Clarkson, who was dressed in a robe cloth clothes and shoes, put down the mantra in his hand and look up at his son standing before him. "I heard that Kenneth went to assassinate that punk Jate Woods and Rogers last night with his five hundred men. Any updates?" Freddie Clarkson panicked. "Dad, he..." Charles Clarkson grew impatient. "Why are you stuttering? Spit it out!" Freddy clarkson had no choice but to speak all the truth. "Kenneth and his men had been disappeared." "What a nonsense are you talking about! He had five hundred men with him, and they're gone just like that? What about their bodies?" Charles Clarkson in anguish. Freddy Clarkson scowled. "They disappeared without a trace. I'd mobilize a lot of our own manpower to search for them, but they're gone for good." Charles Clarkson struggled to calm himself down. "What in the world is going on?" "However, I managed to get some valuable information from the
At the Winston family mansion. Lady Winston's face was filled with rage as she stared at everyone in the living room. "What is going on? Why did that bastard crippled the heir of the Clarkson family. Not just that, he even did it inside our home! Now that the Clarkson family thinks that our family has been orchestrated the incident!" Her voice was furious. "It's because of that Angela Winston and her family's fault!" Denisse answered indignantly. "We wanted to get some benefits for our family from the Clarkson family, but that plan has gone down the drained now, it's all thanks to that bastard Jate Woods!" John added. Lady Winston only got angrier. "John go to Angela's house and force him to apologize, or else her family will have to deal with the consequences." John immediately rounded up his bodyguards and rush to Flower Garden Village to argue with Angela and her family. However, just as his car rounded a corner at West street, even with no car plate number popped out of nowhere
Jate knew who that Angela was just being worried for him, and warmth surge in his heart. "Fine then, stay close to me and don't be reckless." "Yes, boss!" Angela said while she grasped his hand tightly. The two of them exited the house after asking Angelo and Dulce to stay in the house. They wanted to come along too but Angela didn't let them. And asking them to stay in the house and wait instead. Just as they stepped out of the neighborhood, three black land rover swooped in and stopped right before them. It was Ricardo and his twenty highly-skilled elite men. "Good evening, Boss and Lady Angela!" Ricardo and the highly skilled men vowed in front of them. Angela could feel herself turn red from embarrassment. "Nice to meet you all." She said with a polite nod. She gave her husband an confused look after that. 'why were these people addressing Jate as Big boss just like Mr. Rogers?' she thought to herself staring at her husband. Jate smiled. "Uhm, how could I say this... Uhm, I
When the threat of death loomed over him, John Winston became more pathetic than he already was. He would pull all the white flags just to stay alive. Orange hair and his men remain silent. Suddenly, a male voice boom from behind them. "Well, John Winston, you're more shameless than I thought. I probably shouldn't have come to save you after all!" Everyone jumped in shock and turned around. Two shadows approached them in the darkness, one of them was Jate, in the other one behind him was Angela. Swoosh. Orange hair and his men pointed arrogance towards them. Orange hair stared at Jate Woods in fear. "Who are you? How did you find this place so quickly?" Jate pushed Angela behind him and stared back. "I am Jate Woods, and by the way, the grave of the last person who pointed a gun at me still fresh." "So you're Jate Woods!" Orange hair exclaimed in surprise. "Haha! What an easy catch! Our next target is supposed to be you, but I guess you have spare that's the trouble!" A scrawny
"How do you intend to have someone bear the cost of damage?" Lady Winston asked. "Didn't we promise to hand over our subsidiary company, A&A Limited, over the Clarkson family?" John winston said with a cold a smile. The A&A Limited was a subsidiary company that found by the late Old Master of the Winston family, he named it to their first letter of his name Albert and his wife Alice Winston. This company specialized in skin care products. This company was built by the old master as a gift to her granddaughter Angela Winston. But after he passed away everything was changed. "Since the Clarkson family intends to wipe us out, we shouldn't hand A&A Limited over to them. Instead, we should let uncle Angelo's family have it!" The Old woman was stunned. "What? Give the A&A Limited to that Unfilial bastard?" John nodded. "That's right. We won't just give him the A&A Limited. We'll also invite him back into the family." Lady Winston stared at him wide eyed. "I chased them out, but we're g
Angelo was very angry and shocked. "What's going on?" Denisse lowered her head and said timidly. "I don't know either. They said that this company is a gift from the Winston family to the Clarkson family, so they're here today to claim it." Angelo and the others frowned and wanted to find out more. Suddenly, a large, burly man barge into the office with a group of vigorous looking men in suits. Angelo yelled in panic. "Who are you guys!? Who gave you the permission to come in? Security!" "Don't bother calling the security anymore!" The man leading the pack interrupted. "Anyone who tried to stop us has already had their legs broken. There won't be any security coming over." Angelo's eyes widened. "You!" "I am Storm, and Wendell Hunt is my boss. I'm here to claim what belongs to the Clarkson family under his orders!" "That's b*******!" Angelo fumed. "This company belongs to the Winston family! Since when has it became to that Clarkson family?" Storm smiled coldly. "You'll have to
Flame stood in front of wendell hunt and said with a low voice. "There's a problem, boss." Wendell took out a cigarette and puffed on it nonchalantly. "What's wrong" he asked narrowing his eyes. "Both Orange hair and Storm are in trouble." Wendell Hunt frowned. "Wait a minute. Weren't Storm and the other sent to get rid of John Winston and film his death? What did he got himself into?" "Orange hair and his men hasn't returned until now. With practically lost contact with them." Flame answered. "Then what about John Winston?" "I've had someone investigate. John Winston is safe and sound at home, so Orange hair and his men may have been taken down." "Fvck!" Wendell Hunt enraged. "Can't they do anything right? They deserve to die then!" He immediately continued. "Then what about Storm? Didn't I tell him to take over the Winston family's subsidiary company the A&A Limited? What happened to him?" "Storm went over to that company with a few dozen of men and Old Lady of Winston's let
Jate reach out and gave a hand to the man on the ground. "Are you all right, brother?" From the moment the man looked into Jate's tenacious looking eyes, he could tell that this man was a good man. "Thank you for your concern. I'm alright!" He said gratefully. Jate's chest tightened as his so how this retired veteran tried his best to stand up straight despite being crippled. "You have been wronged, brother." Every time Jate saw a soldier, he was proud of them. Because of their brave hearts to protect and serve the country to keep the safety of the nation's citizen. But the woman in sunglasses behind them was not impressed to see the two men blocking her path. She looked displeased and a bodyguard with a crew cut walked over. He said while placing a hand on Jate's shoulder. "Hey brat, you and this crippled are in Mr. Lawson's was!" With a gleam of his eyes, Jate demonstrated a perfect shoulder throw. 'bang!' The 200-pound bodyguard was instantly thrown to the ground and writhing