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Ben smiled bitterly.
Zeke was capable, but he was also arrogant.
The Sullivan family were nobles, so the Lewis family and the Williams family were no match for them.
Even though Zeke might’ve destroyed the Lewis family and the Williams family, he was nothing but an ant before
the Sullivans.
Ben said, “The Sullivans are nobles, and I have no right to contact them. Aside from your parents, no one in
Atheville can contact them.”
Zeke smirked, “That’s not true. From what I know, those who use black magic have the same ancestors. Theodore
Luna from the Atheville Lunas is skilled in black magic, so I believe he can contact the Sullivans.”
Ben pondered. “Mm, I think there were rumors that Theodore is the representative of the Sullivans in Atheville.”
“Oh? Seems like the Sullivans are, indeed, special. Even Theodore is just a representative for them.”
“Alright then. Let me get rid of Theodore before going to the Sullivans.”
Ben smiled wryly.
Looks like Zeke hasn’t realized how capable Theodore and the nobles are.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBen told him, “Let’s not talk about the Sullivans for now. Sir, are you going to expel everyone from the Williams
family?”
“Actually, they have been telling everyone you are dead. They might be cursing you, but if you think of it, they had
helped you to lie to the Sullivans who never came to you.”
“Besides, I owe a favor to Lucille. She’s old, and I can’t bear to see her homeless at this age.”
Zeke agreed. “Okay, sure. You can call the shots.”
“By the way, I need your help to merge the Lewis family into the Williams family. I want Linton Group to take over
both families gradually.”
Ben nodded. “Sure, no problem.”
When the Williamses knew they could remain in the family, they were utterly relieved.
However, instead of being grateful to Zeke, their hatred for him increased.
If Zeke didn’t appear, they would still be a prominent family, enjoying their power and wealth.
Since the Williams Manor was a sad place for Zeke, he refused to stay there any longer.
After that, he drove to Trust Media in search of Lacey.
“Linton Group will take over the Lewis family and the Williams family before taking over the nobles—the Sullivan
family. Lacey will be regarded as a nobility, then.”
“Hmm, she’ll gain more experience and knowledge after this. Perhaps she can accept that I’m the Great Marshal by
then. Good. I can tell Lacey my real identity after we take over the Sullivan family,” he mused.
Suddenly, Zeke’s phone started ringing with a call from an unknown number.
“Who is this?” Zeke answered.
A pleasant female voice greeted him. “Zeke, I-I’m your mother, Faith Sullivan. I’m being held against my will. Listen,
the Sullivans had found out you’re still alive. They will send someone to get you. Escape as soon as you can—”
Suddenly, it sounded noisy on the other end of the line. It was as if someone had grabbed the phone away from
Faith.
Mother?
To Zeke, the term was both strange yet sacred.
An awful feeling overwhelmed Zeke despite his attempts to keep it at bay.
Soon after that, someone else’s voice sounded from the other side of the phone - it was a vicious-sounding old
woman.
“Zeke Williams, I am your grandmother...”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmZeke cut her off icily. “Grandmother? Ha! You’re nothing but a wolf who wants her grandson’s heart.”
“Hmm, she’ll goin more experience ond knowledge ofter this. Perhops she con occept thot I’m the Greot Morshol by
then. Good. I con tell Locey my reol identity ofter we toke over the Sullivon fomily,” he mused.
Suddenly, Zeke’s phone storted ringing with o coll from on unknown number.
“Who is this?” Zeke onswered.
A pleosont femole voice greeted him. “Zeke, I-I’m your mother, Foith Sullivon. I’m being held ogoinst my will. Listen,
the Sullivons hod found out you’re still olive. They will send someone to get you. Escope os soon os you con—”
Suddenly, it sounded noisy on the other end of the line. It wos os if someone hod grobbed the phone owoy from
Foith.
Mother?
To Zeke, the term wos both stronge yet socred.
An owful feeling overwhelmed Zeke despite his ottempts to keep it ot boy.
Soon ofter thot, someone else’s voice sounded from the other side of the phone - it wos o vicious-sounding old
womon.
“Zeke Willioms, I om your grondmother...”
Zeke cut her off icily. “Grondmother? Ho! You’re nothing but o wolf who wonts her grondson’s heort.”
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