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…”

off, his lips twisting into a sneer. “Whatever his

soldier in my

head, a mix of respect and fear etched

clueless, he knew the score all

community. On this year’s Regulus Windsur Chart of Fighters, he snagged the eighty-third spot-a spot that should not be

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

also needed a lethal technique that ordinary individuals found

one to effortlessly defeat even those at the

the true powerhouses of Regulus

chit-chat. Time for

waved his hand haughtily. “Get Amber on the line. Tell her to

formula to the Jackman

she’ll get a

can do!”

whipping out his phone to

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buzzed with an incoming call that was

“Mister Jackman?”

the driver quickly picked up. “Mister

“Mister Yaron Scott!”

bloodied Jackman family bodyguard clutched Matthew’s phone, his voice filled with despair. “Are you with Mister Leandro Jackman? Quick, put him on the line-it’s

An emergency?

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

at

snatching the phone from the driver.

it!” he demanded irritatedly.

“Mister Leandro Jackman!”

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