After Angela entered the house, Jate walked out of the residential estate. There were two Black Land Rover waiting for him outside the main entrance of the Flower Garden Village. Rogers was seated in one of the black land rovers, while the others was Ricardo and is few subordinates. "Boss!" Rogers, Ricardo and the other few members of the Shadow Elite's Squad got out of the respective cars immediately when they saw Jate, and greeted him respectfully. Jate asked in a cold voice. "Do you know who were those mercenary force we've engage by?" "We've already found out that it was Wendell Hunt, underground boss of Sunny city. The one who hired them." Ricardo replied. Jate let out a cold harrumph. "Get him!" "Yes, sir! I'll see to it right away." Ricardo replied with a vow. Inside one of the private rooms of the Mystic Club, Wendell Hunt was making out with several young ladies. Ambient music filled the room when is champagne tower reflected the dazzling team lights from a disco ball
After Rogers spoke, he took a glance at the woman who was pinned down under Wendell Hunt and knotted his eyebrows. "No rush though, you may finish whatever you were going first before leaving with us. Our Young Boss is really understanding. I'm sure he wouldn't mind waiting for a few more minutes for you." He said while grinning. Wendell Hunt got up from on the top of the woman and glared at rogers with his cheeks flushed red. Even though the man was secretly feeling rather fearful, he put on a stern expression and said. "Rogers Reaggan, how dare you! Don't you know who my Boss is? I'm the follower of Clarkson family, one of the most three powerful families in Fairview city. I'm sure you already know the Clarkson family's power in the whole state of Eastblue! I'm going to leave this room with my men right now, try to stop me if you dare! Master Clarkson will annihilate you and your enter family if you there to lay a finger on me!" After he finished speaking, he glanced at Den his rig
Before the man could complete his sentence, the driver was already holding a gun pointing on his forehead. It turned out that the driver was Ken, Rogers's right hand man. Holding the pistol to Wendell Hunt's forehead, Ken sneered. "I heard you wanted to seek revenge on Mr. Woods, and Boss Rogers after you escape, right?" Wendell Hunt was shocked beyond the words as he stared at Ken. At the same time, Jate Woods, Rogers, and Ricardo had also driven out of the abandoned building. When Jate's car passed by the taxi, he stopped. The man who wound down this car window and look at Wendell Hunt, who had despair written all over his face. Jate said without any emotions. "As you requested, I gave you a chance. But you didn't cherish it, remember to be kind in your next life!" That was all he said, before he rolled up his when they instructed Ricardo, who was driving his car. "Let's go." Jate's group picked up a pace as they drove. Several seconds later, a loud gunshot was echoed through the
"You don't have to worry son, our Clarkson family has been everywhere in the State. Your Grandpa said he would get a more reliable person to avenge you." Freddie added. Tom clarkson, who was in a white patient gown, finally opened his mouth to speak. His voice did not sound as booming and orotund as it used to be. But instead, it had a sharper and more effeminate tone to it. He said without an emotion. "Dad, tell grandpa that I'm going to get revenge myself." Freddie Clarkson was momentarily stunned when he heard that his own son wanted to get revenge himself. Hannah Clarkson his mother try to persuade her son. "Tom my dear, why lower our selves to battle those crazy people?" Freddie Clarkson added. "Exactly! Just leave it to your Grandpa. Our aim is just to see that bastard Jate Woods and Rogers Reaggan dead anyway." With a menacing look in his eyes, tom clarkson said in a hoarse voice. "What good is revenge if we can't feel the satisfaction of it? I'm going to torture that bastar
The next day... Angelo Winston arrived at the office as usual, wearing his favorite suit, and geared up as well. However, once he reached the office, he found himself being approached by his niece Denisse, who was accompanied by a few other senior management personnel of the subsidiary company. The woman was holding the letter of his dismissal. As the woman handed her uncle Angelo Winston the official letter, she let out a cold laugh and said. "Uncle, you've been released from your position. The chairman has appointed me as the general manager of this company with effect from today. You should get packing and leave the office as soon as possible." Angelo Winston could not believe his eyes when he saw the letter of his dismissal. After he snapped out of his shocked, he became agitated and said. "This can't be true. Mom just praised me a while back for doing a good job. How is it possible that I'm suddenly fired?" The man immediately took out his phone and made a call to his mother, L
Feeling comforted, Angelo Winston replied. "That sounds good. It's really thoughtful of the both of you." He did not have the habit of celebrating his birthdays, but turning 50 was considered a milestone. As such, it was a meaningful one. He had originally also plan to host a dinner and invite some of his close friends and relatives to get together. He wanted it to be a boisterous a fair so that everyone would know that the youngest son of the Winston family was also quiet doing well. After the wind that his daughter and her husband had already made arrangements for his birthday, he spent the rest of the day making calls to friends and relatives. Inviting them to his birthday event at the Centennial Hotel's Phoenix hall held at noon tomorrow. However, when he make a call to his mother, Lady Winston, he heard something which had grown him off. Letting out a Satisfied laugh, Lady Winston said. "What a coincidence! I'm also planning to celebrate my grandson John to his 28th birthday a
The next day, Angelo Winston and Lady Winston hosted the birthday celebrations at Centennial Hotel's Phoenix Hall and Grand Hall respectively. Lady Winston, John, Denisse, and their other relatives where gathered at the Grand Hall, where John Winston's luncheon was held. Relatives and friends who had started streaming in, dropped by the Phoenix Hall to pass Angelo Winston a small birthday gift presents, before heading to Lady Winston side with the extravagant and expensive presents. As the time approached noon, John Winston's Grand Hall was already filled with guess who where there to celebrate his birthday. More people were flowing in that makes Lady Winston become excited. But the other hand, Angelo Winston's Phoenix Hall was cold and cheerless. Apart from the hotels service crew, Angelo, Dulce, Jate and Angela were the only people there. Not even one guest was present. Suddenly, a man who was dressed in suit, walk in with smiles. It was Greg Kent, Angelo's distant relative. It wa
With his pride hurt, Angelo Winston blamed his daughter and son-in-law for his predicament. "See? I've already told you guys not too fuss over my birthday. We now have 50 empty tables without any single guest, how embarrassing is this." Just then, the hotel manager walk over and asked in a hushed tone. "Mr. Winston, it's just half an hour to noon. But none of your guests have arrived yet, are you still intending to proceed with the lunch as planned?" Angelo Winston could feel the mocking stairs from the manager and the service crews. He was scorched with shame and was thinking of canceling the lunch banquet and offering to wear the resulting losses. But before he could state his intention, Jate had already spoken. "Of course we are proceeding as planned. Please arrange for more service staff, I'm afraid that the people you have here will not be enough to handle are numerous guests." The hotel managers can around the deserted Phoenix Hall and silently sneered, before casually ackno