Ryan stopped talking when he saw Sam.He knew the Johnsons weren't fond of them. An air of tension filled the room, and he fell silent.Indeed, Sam didn't have a good impression of Ryan.From what he remembered, Rebecca was quite close to Ryan. She even considered him a friend.So, he wasn't particularly hostile towards Ryan.Daniel glanced at him and said, "If you have something to say, just say it. This is Sam, Becca's elder brother. You don't have to hide anything from him. Also, hand the guys you've interrogated earlier to the Johnsons."To Daniel, the hooligans were a lesser concern compared to David.In his eyes, David was the primary culprit behind Rebecca's ordeal.Rebecca wouldn't have been kidnapped and subjected to this dire situation if it wasn't because of David.It was pointless and a waste of time to blame those hooligans.But since the Johnsons wanted them, he didn't mind handing them over.After all, those hooligans would eventually face the same consequence
Rebecca had been in a coma for three days in the hospital.She hadn't shown any signs of waking up since she was rescued from Tillfort Peaks.However, her medical report showed no problems aside from the two broken ribs. All her other injuries were external.Technically, she shouldn't be unconscious for so long.Even if she was physically exhausted and needed extended rest, she should be awake by now.Although the hospital claimed there was no immediate danger to her life, the Johnsons couldn't help feeling anxious that Rebecca was still comatose.They even asked Liam to examine her pulse. But the result was the same. He said she needed rest and would wake up on her own.Other than waiting anxiously, there was nothing else they could do. During this time, Sam and Daniel took the opportunity to thoroughly investigate David's people in Riverwood.Riverwood wasn't David's territory to begin with. He came on a whim. All his men were hired, and that made them easy to track down.
Darren's smile deepened. Usually, he would be angry.He wouldn't be able to tolerate someone calling the child he raised a lunatic.However, he didn't seem angry at all.He even nodded in agreement after hearing Daniel's words."Indeed, David always got his own way. Nobody can control him. He would be fine abroad, but he does seem like a lunatic here. It's not good to be too out of control."He spoke calmly, and it further fueled Daniel's impatience. What was this old man trying to say?Daniel was about to question Darren, but his following words made him pause.Darren raised his gaze and stared at Daniel solemnly."I came to Riverwood this time to ask if you are willing to take over the Winstons in Clarkdale."For a moment, Daniel didn't quite grasp the meaning behind his words. He furrowed his brows and pursed his lips. He remained silent.Darren continued, "Stay here tonight if you are willing to do so. I will show you the current situation of the Winstons. If you do
Next to a warehouse at Geralton Pier, there stood a somewhat old-looking single-story house.It was lunchtime, and the smell of cooked food wafted through the corridor to the river outside.It was hard to notice the subtle blend of the medicinal and culinary scents."Mr. Winston, I brought the item back."Sheldon stood at the door of a room at the end of the corridor. He held a small box in his hands. He didn't dare to step inside.Unlike the weathered appearance of the building, everything was clean and well-furnished in the room. It looked like a five-star hotel room.David sat on a sofa against the wall.It was late autumn, but he wore only his pants. His muscled chest and abdomen bore clear scars. The one on his abdomen was especially obvious. Now marked by dark brown streaks due to the use of healing ointments, it appeared even more menacing.He was diligently applying medicine to his wounds before bandaging himself.Hearing the noise at the door, he didn't raise his head
It was around six in the evening.The Winstons were preparing dinner in the kitchen.Darren wanted to have some grilled BBQ. So, the chefs brought out the grill and started preparing some grilled meat.When Daniel arrived at the Winston Residence, he could smell the aroma of food coming from the kitchen.Darren probably missed his life in Riverwood after all the years living in Clarkdale. He even volunteered to cook.Upon catching the smell of the food, he smiled contentedly.He was about to use a towel to carry the food from the grill to the table. Then, he heard Richard's voice. "Mr. Winston Senior, Mr. Winston is back."Darren didn't respond. He continued to transport the steaming food to the dining area and asked everyone to move out of the way."Make way for me! This freshly grilled beef is still piping hot. Be careful not to get burned."He made the grilled beef himself, while the other dishes were prepared by the chefs. Naturally, they served the other dishes, too.Dar
Daniel didn't mind being straightforward.After working with Ryan for a while, he'd been influenced by the man's way of speaking.But due to his status, nobody would dare to provoke him to the extent that he had to be so rude before this. Finally, he had a chance to express himself.He didn't think that Darren would do anything to Rebecca.As the old man had mentioned, he came from an aristocratic family in Clarkdale. Why would he be bothered with the Johnsons?Yet, except for Darren, nobody else in Riverwood had the ability to quietly remove a patient still in a coma from the hospital.Besides Darren's men, the Johnsons had also arranged for people to look after Rebecca in the hospital.Yet, during the short two hours in the afternoon, the patient recovering in the ward had disappeared without a trace.No matter how Daniel thought about it, nobody else had the power to pull off such a trick except for Darren."Mr. Winston, I believe the Winstons had hired teachers to teach yo
"You!" Ryan was about to retaliate as he was unable to withstand someone else being insulted. Then, Albert clasped his wrist tightly and stopped him from getting up. He shook his head sternly and signaled for Ryan to stay put.Ryan might be hotheaded, but he wasn't an idiot. He sneered but sat back down. He glared at George. The old man didn't bother with his outrage, however. To him, these were no more than children trying to prove themselves worthy when they weren't. Plus, it was fun to watch them struggle."If there's nothing else, why don't we continue this conversation after Mr. Winston's dinner? Or, you may opt to drop by tomorrow. I'm afraid we did not prepare enough to invite you all to dinner. Please accept our sincerest apologies," Richard called out.That was naturally addressed to Albert and the rest. However, given that Daniel was still George's grandson, the butler added, "If you'd like to stay for dinner, Mr. Daniel, there's always a seat for you."It might sound lik
"Sir, Mr. Winston Senior has just sent you something." In a house beside the jetty where there should have been flowers and plants in planter boxes outside, there was a modified fishing spot. It was equipped with a parasol and wooden table. Sheldon was currently standing beside David, who was seated in a wooden chair with a fishing rod secured before him. He took the tablet in Sheldon's hands from him and asked, "How is she?"Though David's tone was indifferent, his expression quickly grew serious upon reading the contents on the tablet.Noticing this change, Sheldon hesitated about telling David the truth about Becca's condition.Finally, he decided to proceed with it. "The doctor says she's not in critical condition. All that's needed is for her to wake up and tend to her injuries from thereon.""When will she wake up?" David asked.A lifeless doll was far less interesting than one that spoke and chattered. David had seen his fair share of women, and a comatose one bored him