บททั้งหมดของ Last Man Standing: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

"Don't believe me, Mr. Camden Blake? Why not give him a call?" remarked Layton nonchalantly."Don't you dare play games with me!" Camden warned, pulling out his phone and punching in Lucas' number."The number you have dialed is out of service. Please try again later," echoed a female voice from the receiver."Huh?" Camden felt a jolt of unease.He quickly punched in the number of one of Lucas' key henchmen, only to be met with the same message. The same thing happened when he tried the other three—none of his calls could get through!"Now do you believe it?" Layton asked, his voice calm and detached."Layton, you're a dead man. How could you dare to kill Lucas? You've got some serious guts!" Camden was livid."I'm the one who did it!" Howard cut in before Layton could reply."You two have ten minutes. If the cash isn't in the Rhodes family account when time's up, I'll be sending you to join Lucas in the great beyond!""What!?" Martin was momentarily stunned. "Who in the world

"Howard!?" Xever then gasped, nearly tumbling from his wheelchair."You… You weren't hurt five years ago? Oh, this is wonderful, truly wonderful..." Tears welled up in his eyes as he spoke."Mr. Xever Rhodes, I had my reasons for not revealing myself to you sooner. I hope you can forgive me," Howard said, his voice laden with regret."No, it's alright!" Xever reassured him, shaking his head. "Please, tell me, how did you survive five years ago?""My foster father and Mr. Mitchell sacrificed everything to get me out of that place, and then I was rescued by some really good people," Howard explained, the weight of the past heavy in his words."I see," Xever said, nodding in understanding."Mr. Xever Rhodes, it's our Ziegler family that dragged you into this mess," Howard said, his voice heavy with regret."If you hadn't asked someone to take care of my foster family's final arrangements, Rhodes wouldn't be in this terrible situation.""Implicated or not, it doesn't matter," Xever

"Mr. Lincoln..." Xever began, but the words hung in the air. His mind lit up with sudden insights about Howard's true identity.Lincoln. A martial general at the very least, a master of the Ancient Refining Technique, with ties to the enigmatic Shadow Sect, and flanked by a martial general of his own.Looking across the vast lands, there appeared to be only one person who fit the bill.He was none other than the enigmatic and powerful King of the West, Lord of the Shadow Sect, Young Master Howard himself.Xever's body jolted as if he had been hit by a bolt of lightning, his face etched with sheer astonishment. "I can't believe it, I just can't! It's him!""Grandpa, what's gotten into you?" Wynie asked, bewildered by Xever's reaction. "Who is this guy?""He's a once-in-a-lifetime genius, respected even by those he defeats," Xever said softly, almost to himself.The following morning…Howard and Yoel paid another visit to the Talia residence. Today's agenda was to join Talia for

So, it came at that moment."You..." Talia's face flushed with fury. She could never have imagined Albert stooping so low. Her mother had hit the nail on the head. The moment the contract was in play, he showed his true colors!"What? Let me make it crystal clear—you're out of the Jenkins Group!" Albert cut her off once more. "You've got one day to get back to Nimbulus and wrap up your work, or kiss your paycheck goodbye!"And another thing. Tell your dad his failure to keep his word means your family's stake in the company just plummeted from fifteen to five percent!""You... You're nothing but a scoundrel!" Talia let loose, her anger boiling over."What was that? You have the nerve to insult me?" Albert bellowed. He surged up from the sofa and stormed over to Talia, his hand cocked back, ready to strike."Lay one finger on Talia, and you'll be waving goodbye to that arm of yours!" Howard's voice cut through the air, frosty and sharp."You..." Albert, feeling the chill from How

Was the sky falling?!"Our group's three biggest raw material suppliers just called. They've all said they're cutting ties with us starting tomorrow. No more supplies," Kenneth reported, his voice barely above a whisper."What?!" Albert's shout echoed through the room, his face twisted in disbelief.Those suppliers were the lifeline of the company, providing the lion's share of raw materials for over a decade. Without them, production would pause!"And that's not all..." Kenneth wiped the sweat from his brow, bracing for the next blow."Darn it, Kenneth! Spit it out!" Albert roared, hurling the ashtray across the room. "What else?!""Our top ten clients." Kenneth dodged the flying ashtray. "They've just called to say they're returning their entire stock and ending their contracts with us. Starting tomorrow."Albert's strength gave out, and he collapsed onto the floor, his body drenched in a clammy sweat.The supply of raw materials had dried up, and their biggest clients were s