The Return Of the World Most Powerful Ex-convict

Whitaker clubhouse

Chapter Six

"She's at the Whitaker Clubhouse. Let me go!" Desmond screamed.

Marcus slowly released him, making sure to control himself.

He couldn't believe they had the nerve to take his sister to a club and leave her there.

He had initially thought Genevieve divorced him simply because she believed they were no longer on the same level. But after seeing what they had done to his mother and now learning that they had dragged his younger sister into their mess, he realized Genevieve had gone too far.

Anita sneered despite the anger on Marcus's face.."You think acting tough will help you just because you spent three years in prison?" she mocked. "There's no way you're going to get your sister back. Someone like you can't even walk through the door of that place without being thrown out."

Desmond, despite struggling to breathe properly, still couldn't stop himself from speaking arrogantly.

"You don't know who the people from the Wilson Group are. They're beyond someone you could ever provoke. You're no match for them."

Marcus simply listened, his fists slowly clenched. The killing intent inside him suddenly exploded.

Without hesitation, Marcus lifted his leg and brutally crushed both of Desmond's legs.

Desmond collapsed onto the floor and immediately let out a horrifying scream. "Ahhh!"

"Mom! Please save me from this bastard! He's going to kill me!"

Anita's face instantly changed. "Hey! I'm going to have you arrested for bullying my son!" she screamed. "You're going back to that prison, and you'll rot in there because my son-in-law will make you pay for laying your hands on his brother-in-law!"

Marcus didn't even bother responding.

He completely ignored her and the continuous screams coming from Desmond.

He walked over to his mother, carefully lifted her into his arms, and walked out of the house.

The moment Marcus stepped outside, the sound of helicopter blades suddenly filled the sky.

An emergency medical helicopter from the Royal Hospital had already arrived.

The helicopter landed nearby, and the old man Marcus had spoken to earlier quickly rushed toward him.

"Master Marcus, I'm sorry. I thought the situation was extremely serious, so I traced your location and made sure we got here immediately."

He gave Marcus a slight bow.

Marcus looked at his mother in his arms before turning his attention toward the old man.

"You did very well."

"Thank you, Master Marcus," the old man replied respectfully.

"I'm going to entrust my mother directly to you. Make sure she receives the best treatment possible. I'll be gone for a while, and I'll meet you at the hospital later."

"Of course, Master Marcus. Your mother is in safe hands."

The old man gladly received her and carefully placed her onto the stretcher prepared for transportation.

Before they left, Marcus held his mother's hand tightly.

"Mom, you're in safe hands now. Nothing is going to happen to you. I'll join you shortly after I get Jenny back from those people."

Despite her weakness, his mother slowly nodded.

The old man gave Marcus another respectful bow before heading toward the helicopter with the medical team.

Moments later, the helicopter lifted into the sky.

Marcus watched it disappear into the distance. He slowly bit his lower lip, his eyes became cold. "Jenny, I'm coming to bring you back." He turned around and heading straight toward the clubhouse.

Meanwhile, inside the house, Anita and Desmond remained convinced that Marcus was simply walking toward his own death.

They had no idea that Marcus had already arranged the best medical treatment in the city for his mother.

All they could think about was the power standing behind Genevieve.

Genevieve had already connected herself to the powerful people of the Wilson Group, and with Donald Lionel backing her, Anita believed Marcus had no chance of surviving whatever was waiting for him.

"That bastard really thinks he can walk into the Whitaker Clubhouse and bring Jenny back?" Desmond said through gritted teeth, still lying on the floor with his broken legs.

Anita sneered. "Let him go. He'll learn his lesson soon enough."

She looked toward the direction Marcus had disappeared. "The Whitaker Clubhouse isn't a place someone like him can simply walk into. Once those people find out he has offended them, he'll wish he had stayed in prison."

Desmond's expression became vicious. "I can't wait to see him kneeling and begging for forgiveness."

Anita laughed coldly. "He deserves it. After all, what does he have now? No family, no money, no status, and no powerful connections."

"He's just an arrogant man who hadn't known how far my sister has gone and can't be reached. He'll learn the hard way”