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…”

twisting into a sneer. “Whatever his

soldier in my book.

dipped his head, a mix of respect

the rest of the world might be clueless, he knew the score all

even thirty, and already a marvel in the fighters’ community. On this year’s Regulus Windsur Chart of Fighters, he snagged the eighty-third spot-a spot that

the fighters’ ranking were at least Grandmasters at the pinnacle of energy transformation. To secure a spot among the top one hundred fighters took more than just physical

a lethal technique that ordinary individuals found hard

a skill set enabled one to effortlessly defeat even those

were the true powerhouses

chit-chat.

Amber on the line. Tell her to hand over New Chesire

Life formula to the

even thinks about saying no, she’ll get a taste of

can do!”

whipping out

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screen came to life, it buzzed with an incoming call that was all

“Mister Jackman?”

quickly picked up.

“Mister Yaron Scott!”

clutched Matthew’s phone, his

An emergency?

phone to Leandro, his face etched with anxiety. “Mister Leandro Jackman, it’s Basil, the Mister Matthew Jackman’s

at the

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

it!” he demanded irritatedly.

“Mister Leandro Jackman!”

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