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Chapter One-Hundred and Thirty-Four: A Plan Set in Motion
“Good morning from NewsEve Papers.” Martha's voice was soft. “We're live at the Neuman family estate.”The camera zoomed in on her face as she walked around. Kurt gripped the tripod stand with a serious expression. It was as if his entire life depended on this news coverage. Well, he wasn't doing it for himself… But for Martha. If it were up to him, he wouldn't even be here… He wouldn't even be a videographer for NewsEve Papers.“Currently, the police are apprehending a bunch of criminals,” she continued. “It turns out, they were assassins hired to kill Margaret Neuman. Thankfully, Jane Foyers and Brandon protected the girl.”She walked toward Margaret, who seemed distraught. The young woman bit her lips, gazing into oblivion. Obviously, she was trying to wrap her head around what had just happened.“Good morning, Ma'am,” she greeted her.Margaret snapped out of her thoughts and stared at her. Her expression seemed melancholic, but she bit her lips a few seconds later.Martha sighed i
Chapter One-Hundred and Thirty-Three: “Lay the Groundwork”
The sun peeked through the clouds, casting an orange hue upon the Neuman estate. The pools of blood glistened under the sunlight, becoming redder than usual. The corpses lay on the ground as a testament to the failed assassination attempt. It was already morning.Sirens wailed as police sedans rolled into the Neuman estate. Jane Foyers had reported an assassination attempt a few minutes ago. Several cops hurried out of the vehicles cautiously. They were armed to the teeth, looking more like soldiers than cops. They spread across the entire place, setting up crime tapes to cordon off the press… They'd soon be here any moment from now.There were several casualties, but a few people were alive, even though they were conscious. The police officers immediately restrained them as they recovered, rounding them up into the sedans.An ambulance and a van arrived a few moments later. The van’s back doors flew open as the forensic team stepped out. They began taking data captures of the entire
Chapter One-Hundred and Thirty-Two: The Dust Settles
John and his men were still fighting against the attackers. Muzzles blazed as bullets were spewed into the air. Clattering sounds filled the air as the bullets hit the trees and ground. They'd already killed several of the attackers, leaving only a few of them.John raised his right hand, gesturing at the men. They nodded, moving into a complicated formation. Their figures darted through the night, flanking the attackers.Da! Da! Da!Submachine guns roared, but the elite mercenaries were very experienced. They didn't move blindly into the enemies’ firing range. They squatted, rolled, and slid, cornering the remaining men.There were only twelve attackers left, their hands carrying submachine guns. They glanced at the bodies lying all over the place, their expressions becoming grim. They'd underestimated the Neuman family greatly. Who would have thought that they'd employ such elite mercenaries? They couldn't help but wonder where these elite mercenaries had come from.The Underground
Chapter One-Hundred and Thirty-One: “Judas” and “I”
Jack was beyond shocked. He couldn't have imagined that one of his servants would try to attack him. It didn't even make any sense…He stood frozen in place, forgetting how to move. Brandon immediately jumped in the line of the pistol, trying to save the boss’s life. He wouldn't get to the servant in time, so this was the best thing to do.The gunshot was ear-splitting, blending into the gunfire afar. Jack swallowed hard, thinking that Brandon had been shot again. He was holding two pistols, but it took him a split second to react. When he recovered, Brandon was already on the ground. That was when his eyes widened, a flood of relief washing over him. It almost drowned him.Jane stood behind the servant, holding his hand up into the air. She'd deflected the gunshot this way, making him shoot into empty air. A single chop with her backhand to the back of his neck sent him crashing to the ground.She immediately rolled, pulling out her revolver. More gunshots came from the servants’ qua
Chapter One-Hundred and Thirty: Blades and Guns
Jack’s eyes flared open around 9:00pm. He listened to the rhythmic beating of his heart and the ticking of the clock on the wall. His expression turned into a deep frown as he sat up immediately.If his predictions were right, James Whitefield would be making a move tonight. No doubt, Margaret was the target. To him, she was the heir of the Neuman Empire, the backbone of everyone. If only he knew he was still alive…“Jane is not around,” he muttered to himself. “So, Brandon's the one protecting Margaret. The ten mercenaries she hired are also guarding the estate…”He fell into a deep thought, wondering if he should be worried. His security was very tight. There was no way any assassin was getting through. They'd be gunned down before they even reached the mansion.Fearing that he wouldn't have any leverage against James Whitefield when the time came, he picked up his phone. He dialed Brandon's number and waited for it to ring. His private bodyguard picked up the call in five seconds.
Chapter One-Hundred and Twenty-Nine: The Devil's Next Move
JAMES Whitefield stood near his window, gazing outside. He held a glass of grape wine in silence, staring at the streetlights below. He could see the trails of vehicles driving across highways, honking noisily as they bypassed each other.‘Pathetic,’ he scoffed, sipping the wine. He swirled it in his mouth, savoring its sour taste. He then swallowed it with a gulp.The entire city was pathetic. Why did people wake up to work? When they knew they had absolutely no chance of changing their future? Why did they even struggle to begin with?Whenever he drove past them, he felt disgust. He could see through their charade—the way they grovelled before people in power, while oppressing themselves. They'd humiliate and turn on each other, once given the chance. Yet, they claimed billionaires were the worst. They claimed the rich were hoarding wealth, when everyone was suffering. They claimed wealthy people acquired wealth through illegal means.‘Pathetic,’ he scoffed again, scrunching his fac
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