Betrayed, Then Back For Blood

Alfred was stunned. ‘How did my hopelessly lovesick son get dragged into this mess?‘ he thought.

“Mr. Wade, are you saying my son Robert is the one who stirred up trouble?” Alfred thought he must be hearing things. His foolish son was constantly circling Beatrice, shuttling between Shoneport University and home every day, leaving little time for anything else–let alone causing trouble. Besides, he and Ashton were worlds apart- there was no way their paths would ever cross.

Ashton was constantly overwhelmed with work, leaving him barely a moment to catch his breath. Recently, he had become captivated by the legitimate daughter of the Jennings family, who had just returned and was now frequently appearing at Shoneport University.

He couldn’t help but wonder, ‘Wait, hold on a second! Mr. Wade had been regularly visiting Shoneport University, and Robert practically lived on campus as well. The girls they liked were from the Jennings family?‘

Alfred’d even heard that the newly returned legitimate daughter and Beatrice–whom Robert had a crush on- didn’t get along at all.

‘So, could it be that everything Mr. Wade did today was actually because of these two girls?‘ Alfred thought, suddenly connecting the dots.

Indeed, Alfred was onto something, but he was only partially correct. Although he still had some doubts, the reality was that Robert had unknowingly offended Ashton–whether he realized it or not. It was now an undeniable fact.

Under Ashton’s half–smirking gaze, Alfred pulled out his phone and called Robert. The phone rang, but no one answered. It continued to ring until it finally cut off. A cold sweat broke out on Alfred’s forehead. ‘What the hell is going on? Did that kid get himself into trouble and is now too scared to pick up my call?‘ he wondered anxiously.

“Mr. Wade, could you wait a sec?” Alfred said awkwardly, giving Ashton a quick nod before trying again. He dialed Robert’s number three more times, but still got nothing. With no other options left, he finally decided to call Richard.

Richard picked up almost instantly. “Hello, Dad.”

Alfred wasted no time, “Hey, Richard, do you know where your brother is? I’ve called that brat a bunch of times, and he won’t pick up.”

“I’m not with him at the moment. Let me check around and see if anyone has seen him,” Richard replied, aware that Alfred wouldn’t reach out unless it was urgent. “Is something wrong, Dad? Why are you looking for him?”

Alfred glanced at Ashton, who had already returned to his car. Through the partially open window, he could barely see someone else sitting beside Ashton in the backseat. “Did your brother get himself into trouble again?”

He quickly informed Richard that Ashton Wade was demanding they hand someone over, and now the half–hour deadline was nearly up–but the hotel still hadn’t managed to find the person Ashton wanted. Richard was equaily

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Chapter 192

When did Robert ever get on Mr. Wade’s

against the car door, keeping an eye on the time. He even helpfully called out, “Mr. Davis, there are five minutes left.

up to the hotel.

doors swung open, and several dozen men, all clad in matching black suits and white gloves, emerged. They marched in perfect unison towards Ashton’s car, bowing

positions to guard the hotel’s back entrance and the parking lot exits. Alfred was overwhelmed with anxiety, and his face

this time with

with Beatrice!” Richard

family had invested in, so he quickly called them and asked to have Robert

Alfred stood before a line of bodyguards in black

he launched into a furious reprimand: “You brat, be honest

been causing

Halle and the others, nervously waiting outside the operating room while

edge, and now his dad was yelling at

“Dad, what are you talking about? When have I ever done anything wrong? I’m

day; what trouble could

play dumb. If

squad and surround our hotel? Why is he

exuded confidence, now sounded anxious upon hearing Alfred mention it. ‘Oh no, did I screw up this time?‘

assurance faltering.

you still not going to confess? If you keep hiding the truth, I’m going to be taken away by Mr. Wade’s

stammered, “Dad, actually,

minute,” Brandon’s voice felt like a death sentence hanging over Robert, making it hard for him to

other end

now, completely losing his patience. He snapped, “Stop stammering! Just spit

roar. “I–I just partnered with Beatrice and the others to set up Briar.

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