Lord Protector Novel

Chapter 368

The sound of the presents falling to the floor startled the old couple and they jerked in surprise.

Their unease seeing that it was Zeke was plainly visible.

Kyle hastily moved forward to welcome him, saying, “Zeke, why didn’t you call ahead to let us know you were coming? We would have made dinner for you. Sit, sit!”

Olivia hurried off to bring a chair for him, using this opportunity to surreptitiously wipe away the blood on her cheek with a towel.

Zeke grabbed her and gently wiped away the remaining blood with a clean towel. “Mom, tell me who did this.”

Kyle answered quickly, “It’s nothing, Zeke. Don’t bother yourself with this. It’s just a spat between neighbors - something very common around these parts. Don’t worry, your dear old Dad gave them way more than they bargained for. They’re definitely a thousand times worse off than us. Hahaha!”

Zeke could see right through his godfather’s atrocious acting.

He sighed, insisting, “Dad, Mom, just tell me the truth. You don’t have to worry about me; I’m not the same man I was before. I have the ability to take on everything for you guys now.”

Kyle looked at his wife, who shook her head. She obviously did not want him to speak the truth.

Patting the younger man’s shoulder, Kyle urged, “Oh, Zeke. I know you want to get revenge for us, but...forget about it, okay? They have ties to the mafia. I know you businessmen fear getting involved with them the most. We can’t allow this to affect your business; it’s not worth it. Don’t think about it so much, alright? They won’t dare do much to us.”

There was no way Zeke was giving up that easily. He continued pressing them for information, but they shut up like a clam.

In the end, he gave up. At least for now.

Setting his gifts on the table, he asked, “Dad, Mom, where is Sofia?”

Kyle piped up, “She’s at the development site for the project.”

Zeke nodded in thanks. “Okay, I’ll head over there then.”

He left the house but did not immediately set out for the project site. Instead, he wandered around until he found a group of old men out enjoying the sun.

He gave each of them a cigarette, which they happily accepted with both hands. Wide and polite smiles stretched their faces.

After chatting amiably about random things for a while, he got straight to the point.

“Sirs, do you know who caused trouble at my house today?”

The men glanced at each other uneasily.

At last, one of them advised, “Zeke, Kyle forbid us from telling you anything, so I suggest you stop asking. Nothing good will come of you knowing so much.”

Not wanting to waste his breath, he decided to try another tactic. Pulling out two bundles of cash from his car, he waved them at the men. “The first person to tell me who it was gets all this.”