"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
Jate lip's curled up into a slight smile. From one quick glance, he knew that Benz Fajardo was cheating. "He must be using some high-tech methods to get an expert to guide him from behind the scenes. No wonder he regained that confidence of his after coming back from the bathroom!" But instead of exposing his opponent, Jate resumed the match. He looked nonchalant as usual and moved quickly. It was as though he was a master playing against a disciple. Meanwhile, a tens of thousands of miles away in Sand city, Baxia. Baxian Chess prodigy, Rico Shen, gathered inside the VIP room of the top Chess player, with a dozen of other well known Baxian Chess top players. Rico Shen and the other experts were using high tech technology equipment to watch Benz Fajardo's match against Jate Woods. On the top of that, the Chess Master, Rico Shen was personally advising Benz Fajardo on the latter's moves. Apparently, Benz Fajardo was Rico Shen's disciple. To Rico Shen, something as incredible as the C
Upon hearing Jate's words, Lauren Martin was surprised delighted and furious at the same time! He was surprised because Benz Fajardo had the nerve to cheat and delighted because Jate had actually defeated an Baxian Chess top Master, Rico Shen. However, he was furious because a Baxian how do such underhand and shameless methods just to win the game. Every American citizen at the venue was filled with rage. They instantly snatch Benz Fajardordo eyeglasses mini headset and other devices used to cheat. "How dare you cheat!? It's just too bad that even your Chess To Master is no match to Mr. Woods!" "It's time to deliver your promise. Tell everyone which country invented Chess!" Looking completely despondent, Benz Fajardo lowered his head and said. "I admit that Chess was invented by you people!" Lauren Martin and the rest of the audience cheered and gaze at Jate Woods in admiration. Benz Fajardo looked beaten and crestfallen as he was trying to speak away. But Jate called him out. "Wa
The liquor is fake? Everyone was stunned to hear Jate's words. Lauren Martin skeptically pulled himself another glass and gave it it taste, he was not an expert. But he could still tell the difference between the real and fake. It wasn't long until his expression turned ghastly. With a grim face, he looked over the waiter nearby and said coldly. "Get your manager or boss here. I'm hosting my distinguished guests but you're humiliating me by selling me a fake liquor? I'm going to shut this place down if it don't get a satisfactory explanation!" Hearing that, the waiter quickly headed outside and summoned someone over. Shortly after, a young, insidious looking man entered the room with a bunch of men. They consisted thugs armed with iron bars, security guards holding batons, and some chefs holding kitchen knives. The insidious looking man said coldly a fan entering. "Which one of you had the balls to slander a restaurant and accuse us of selling fake liquor? I'll break your legs!" Up
Behind William Moore were several high-profile directors, such as the head of the investigation unit, and the chief of police of Eastblue city. Mark Garrison's father, Henry Garrison, is to the moon them as well. Even the billionaire Zayn Julhs with his son Zen Julhs tagging behind him. Mark Garrison often used a to accompany is father to visit William Moore, so they knew each other. He was completely dumbstruck seeing William Moore along with a group of directors. "Mayor Moore! What are you doing here?" William Moore immediately walk pass Mark Garrison without even giving him a plans and stood in front of Jate Woods. Knowing his real identity as the Young Master of the Woods family. He started apologizing fearfully. "I found out about everything that had happened here, Mr. Woods. I'm sorry for the trouble." 'oh god!' 'the Mayor, William Moore, is treating Jate Woods with so much respect!' Many inside the room where bewildered including Lauren Martin and Alex Gray. Even Angela gaz