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Chapter 0093
The Porsche left the hotel and sped off on the highway.
Amber, seated in the passenger seat, was hugging the sleeping Olivia tightly. As she looked back on
everything that happened that day, she paled a little.
Suddenly, Alexander’s phone buzzed.
“George Severn?” Alexander’s eyebrows furrowed when he saw the caller ID but did not answer the
call. He sent Amber back to the gates of the neighborhood. He smiled gently at her. “Amber, wait for
me to return. I’ll be quick!”
Amber asked nothing as she carried Olivia out of the car and nodded. “Mh. I’ll go and tell Mom and Dad
about the incident at the hotel so that they don’t have to worry. Well, I’ll be waiting for you tonight,
Alex.”
She blushed and headed in.
Alexander’s heart fluttered as he watched Amber walk in. He then drove off to the
Severn Mansion.
About 20 minutes later, Alexander arrived at the mansion.
“Sir!”
The anxious George was waiting in the living room. “For the past few days, I’ve done as you instructed.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtI sold off all my underground businesses. The other bosses bought them all at a low price. But after the
clean-up the last time, they suffered a blow, yet I was still safe. They suspect that I had something to do
with it.”
Alexander smiled.
It was a dog-eat-dog world in the underworld; it was only normal. This time, however, that was not the
case. Those lowlife thugs clearly suffered quite a blow.
“Boss, they’re coming at me. They’ve invited me to the Eastman Club tonight.”
George handed the invitation card to Alexander politely. His eyebrows were knitted tightly, evident of
his worry. He was clear that this was not some invitation to party. It was, in a way, a fatal invitation.
“Are you afraid?” Alexander took a sip of water and smiled ambiguously.
“Not really.” George looked a little troubled. “They had organized an
sy auch
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Alexander shook his head and smiled.
George’s men had been given all to Alexander when he handed over Severn Group. He only had Ray,
but Ray would be outnumbered,
“Okay, I understand.” Alexander threw the gold-embossed invitation card into the bin and grinned.
“Since they want to play, I’m quite interested as well. I’ll play along. I want to see what those weaklings
can do.”
George’s shock was quickly replaced with gratitude.
Was Alexander saying he would duel himself? If so, the thugs of Ol’ Mare were in for a bad time.
“I’ll get my men to prepare a celebration feast for you, sir.” George was instantly relieved when he
heard what Alexander said.
Those puny thugs were no match for Alexander.
George had nothing to fear, not even if all of the thugs in Ol’ Mare ganged up on him, as long as he had
Alexander’s protection. This time, they needed to face only half of the thugs.
Alexander smirked. He had a plan of his own.
Ol’ Mare was an important location, located in the prime location of Wyverna’s coastline. It was an
important port for international trade, geographically speaking.
The advantage might have boosted Ol’ Mare’s economy throughout the years. Of course, it was
inevitable that Ol’ Mare would attract thugs from time to time, too. Clearing the hidden threat would be
good for the economic growth of Ol’ Mare. As the Lord of War of Wyverna, even if he had retired, he
still had to help his country. This time, he would make waves in the quiet pond of Ol’ Mare.
Eastman Club was located on the outskirts of Ol’ Mare. This chab was different from all the other
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmcommon clubs in the city as it was housed in a historical building. One of the thugs bought the building
and renovated it.
Eastman Club, while open to tourists during the day, would transform into a secret location where
people of the underbelly met at night.
At that moment, in the VIP private room, a few thugs were sitting around a table, raising their glasses to
a bald monk.
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The monk had six scars on his head. He did not look one bit benevolent. Instead, he looked extremely
hostile. He was clearly a fighter.
“Mister Harley, my price for this fight is one hundred and fifty thousand.”
The monk sipped his alcohol and grinned at the thug opposite him. “As long as the price is right, we
have a deal!”
The thug called Frank Harley snapped his fingers. His men immediately brought a black briefcase over.
“There are ninety thousand dollars here. Once you finish everything, I’ll pay the remaining.”
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Frank placed the briefcase next to the monk and said with a hostile glance, Master Ezekiel, George
Severn will be here soon. This time, I hope that you give it your all. No matter how many men he’ll bring
with him, get rid of them all.” The monk, Walter Ezekiel, grinned maliciously.
George Severn was to die in his hands, and he would make sure of it.
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