Chapter 0254

A sleek Maserati with a northern tag eased to a halt on the fresh asphalt of the ring road encircling the New Chesire Group’s burgeoning industrial park, nestled in the northern outskirts of Ol’ Mare.

A young man in a crisp white T-shirt emerged from the vehicle, his gaze sweeping over the park, a confident

smirk playing at the edge of his lips.

He was Leandro, the scion of one of the mighty northern clans, the Jackman family.

The Jackman family had dispatched a mere six people to Ol’ Mare, and Leandro was among that elite group.

His mission? To seize control of New Chesire Group and claim their pharmaceutical sensation, ‘One Life’, for

his own.

“The boss of New Chesire Group is Amber, isn’t she?”

Approaching the park’s gate, Leandro peered inside, a low laugh escaping him. “Rumor has it she’s Ol’ Mare’s

reigning beauty. Gorgeous and gifted, yet she’s saddled herself with a deadbeat husband…

“Ah, that’s right. The washed-up nobody, Alexander, right?”

The middle-aged chauffeur, who had been driving, promptly bowed, his tone steeped in deference. “Indeed!

However, sir, Alexander might not be the loser the gossip suggests. The Ellis family’s downfall, the Hart’s

uprooting-it’s all linked to him. If…”

lips twisting into a sneer. “Whatever his

my book. A mere

his head, a mix of respect and fear etched

he knew the score all

this year’s Regulus Windsur Chart of Fighters, he snagged the eighty-third spot-a spot that

it onto the fighters’ ranking were at least Grandmasters at the pinnacle of energy transformation. To secure a spot among the top one

technique that ordinary individuals found

skill set enabled one to effortlessly defeat even those at the peak

individuals were the true powerhouses of Regulus Windsur

enough chit-chat. Time for

line.

to the Jackman family,

make it clear-if she even thinks about saying no, she’ll get a taste of what a Chart of Fighters big

can do!”

no time, whipping out

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life, it buzzed with an incoming

“Mister Jackman?”

the driver quickly

“Mister Yaron Scott!”

base of Abason Mountains, right outside the gates of the Jackman pharmaceutical plant, a bloodied Jackman family bodyguard clutched Matthew’s phone, his voice filled with despair. “Are you with Mister Leandro Jackman?

An emergency?

hastily passed the cell phone to Leandro, his face etched with anxiety. “Mister Leandro Jackman, it’s

at the pharmaceutical

an eyebrow, snatching the phone from the driver. “What’s all this commotion about?

it!” he demanded irritatedly.

“Mister Leandro Jackman!”

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