Chapter 18

The mingling smell of blood and alcohol was thick in

the air inside VIP room number 888 at The Paradise.

The unpleasant odor was stifling.

“Hold it!”

Just as Samuel’s lackeys armed themselves with

anything they could find in the room–wine bottles,

stools, even a fruit knife–to fight Emmanuel, Samuel

called out, halting his men.

His subordinates turned to stare at him, confused by

his command.

Samuel ignored them and instead stared intently at

Emmanuel.

He could tell from Emmanuel’s gaze that the young

man was ready to fight anyone who was in his

death.

way to

The head of the underground circles was not born in

one day. Samuel had fought his way to the top and

once possessed the same gaze as Emmanuel.

He knew it signaled a man who would not even flinch

at the prospect of death. Anyone foolish enough to

confront such a man would suffer a painful end.

Samuel could not help but ask, “Brat, who exactly sent

you here?”

He only occupied the project grounds by force

because he knew the extent of the company’s power.

Group and

to oust them to no avail. The companies

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into a

Samuel’s retaliation.

someone from

him today,

skills to boot.

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of replying to Samuel’s

your business. I’ve said

off your men from the

I will fight you to the bitter

it

at him, agape with

had never known anyone

any

gazed at Emmanuel with

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gallant man I’ve

into a guffaw.

An

lasted a good while before his

sneeringly, “What a

would dare to

young fella,

that once I give the word,

floating

tomorrow.”

fear within Sheldon, whose

He sucked in

to calm himself down.

and

good on his

that,” Emmanuel continued firmly, “but I do know I have

I’ll drag all of

meant every word he had said.

on Emmanuel’s

options, in any

to meet

he failed today, his proud wife would turn her

it would be near impossible to convince

his family

Emmanuel found themselves engaged

contest. The older

and knew he could not afford to piss

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