GODLINE SYSTEM : MY BLOODLINE IS BEYOND THE GODS

Chapter 10

Everyone present was shocked by what had just happened. Meanwhile, Helena lightly applauded.

Harris felt utterly humiliated. His body still hurt from being thrown by Owen, but he immediately got back to his feet.

“How dare this bastard! Do you really have no idea who I am?”

“I don't know, and I don't care,” Owen replied immediately.

Harris's anger grew even worse. With a furious shout, he charged straight at Owen. He was determined to take the man down and make him beg for mercy.

Owen didn't even need to move from his spot. As Harris attacked, Owen effortlessly deflected his strike. Then, with a swift kick, he sent Harris crashing to the ground.

“Ah, can't you even walk properly?” Owen asked in a mocking tone.

Harris's face turned bright red. He had never been humiliated like this in his entire life. Just as he was about to attack again, Helena was already standing beside Owen.

“Look at you. You're even pathetic when it comes to strength. You're completely useless.” She scoffed.

“Helena!” he shouted, trying to get Helena to look at him.

But the woman had already called several restaurant security guards and pointed at Harris.

“Throw him out, and make sure he never comes back here again.”

Helena's order was immediately carried out by the three security guards. They grabbed Harris and restrained him, making it difficult for him to move.

“Get your hands off me! You can't treat a customer like this! And you, Helena—you shouldn't be acting like this. Just who do you think you are?”

The man no longer cared about trying to win Helena over.

“Who?” Helena sneered. “I'm a Lockwood. And I'm also the owner of this restaurant.”

Her attitude remained completely casual, but her words immediately silenced Harris.

Once the man was finally dragged out of the restaurant, peace was restored.

Owen and Helena sat down again. The two looked at each other.

“Don't you believe that this restaurant belongs to me?” Helena asked.

Owen shook his head, his expression calm.

“You're a Lockwood. Of course you could own plenty of restaurants like this.”

Helena laughed out loud, clearly amused by Owen's response.

However, Owen's attention was focused on what appeared in front of him. A new notification had just arrived.

[Mission completed. A positive relationship has been established.]

[You have received one lottery card.]

Owen's eyes widened. He hadn't expected to receive a reward like this.

Before he could say anything, a small black card suddenly appeared in his hand.

“What is that?” Helena's voice startled him.

Owen immediately looked up. Clearly, Helena could see the card in his hand.

“Oh, this? It's a card from a friend of mine.” Owen quickly made up an excuse and slipped the card into his wallet.

He would scratch the card later, when he was alone.

***

Elsewhere, Sarah sat with several people in front of her, all of them wearing grim expressions.

“I told you from the beginning that we should get rid of him as soon as possible. You kept delaying it, and now we're the ones in trouble,” Anne said.

“Mom, if we rush into it, we won't be able to get rid of the evidence,” Reinard replied. His expression looked just as grim.

“Ugh! Look at what's happening now! That man has changed, so how are we supposed to get any more money from him?” Anne snapped, refusing to accept her son's reasoning.

This time, Sarah stepped forward. She had been thinking about it the entire time, and she couldn't shake the uneasy feeling in her chest.

“Mom is right. If we leave things like this, that bastard will only become more troublesome for us.” Sarah stared sharply at Reinard.

Anne fell silent for a moment before speaking.

“We have to do it tonight. We need to silence him for good.”

“Are you serious, Mom?” Reinard asked.

His expression was both firm and anxious.

Anne nodded, then motioned for the two of them to come closer. She lowered her voice before speaking.

“We know the layout of his house, so it’ll be easy for us to sneak in.”

Hearing that, the other two smiled.

“I have the back door key. So we can get in from behind and then kill him. Besides, no one else will come looking for him, right?” Anne’s wide grin made the others smile as well.

The plan sounded perfectly reasonable to them. Their spirits rose again, and they immediately began preparing for their mission.

In the quiet of midnight, three masked figures had just entered through the back door. They immediately crept toward Owen’s bedroom.

The door slowly opened, and Reinard, who was holding a pillow, suddenly leaped onto the bed and covered Owen’s face with it.

“Die,” he whispered, the veins in his neck bulging with tension.