Lord Protector Novel

Zeke nodded slightly, not really caring too much about it.

Jeffrey Middleton asked cautiously, “Mr. Williams, when are you available to take a look at my master?”

Zeke tested Jeffrey’s pulse quickly. “The poison in your body is still too potent. I’ll help clear the poison from both you and your master the day after tomorrow. However, you have to be prepared; the poison has been in your master’s body for many days. I can’t guarantee that he’ll come back alive.”

Jeffrey nodded, still in deep thought. “That’s true. With my master’s current state, he probably is on the brink of death. It’ll be best if he lived, of course, but even if he doesn’t make it... well, maybe it’s meant to be.”

Zeke Williams nodded before speaking again. “It’s impossible that Harvey Hoffman managed to run this drug cartel all on his own. He has to have another corporation behind him that’s running underground. You have to properly investigate Harvey and get rid of every single lowlife supporting him through his crimes.”

Jeffrey Middleton nodded. “Mr. Williams, don’t worry. I’ll put all the other projects on hold and take extra notice of Harvey Hoffman’s case.”

Zeke Williams nodded. “Go ahead. Stay safe. The other people behind all this may possibly kill you in order to stay unnoticed.”

“I understand. Thank you for your concern, Mr. Williams.” Jeffrey Middleton turned and walked away.

Susan was gripping Zeke’s hand tightly, trying to stop him from bleeding.

This was making Zeke feel a little awkward. “Susan, let go of my hand, alright? I’m fine.”

Susan just continued holding his hand as she spoke seriously, “I can’t just let you go. You got hurt because of me. I’m responsible for all your injuries. Let’s go, I’ll take you to the hospital.”

Zeke Williams shook his head quickly. “I don’t need to go to the hospital for such a small injury.”

Susan said, “No, you must. You lost a lot of blood, and it definitely harmed you in some way. You have to at least get checked out. If anything happened to you, I’d blame myself for the rest of my life.”

Zeke couldn’t do anything but agree.

Susan didn’t drive to the hospital. She chose to call a cab instead so she could continue to apply pressure on Zeke’s wound.

Of course, stopping Zeke from bleeding was just of secondary priority. She mainly just enjoyed holding onto Zeke’s hand.

It made her feel extremely stable, as if she were holding onto her own future.

All Harry Simpson had to do was record a simple alibi before he was released, free of any charges.

He had been acting under Wilson’s command the whole time and had gotten injured because of that. To be fair, he was a victim. That was why Jeffrey Middleton let him go scot-free.

The first thing Harry did was visit the nearest hospital so he could get his injury treated properly. Next, he ducked into a corner and took out the business card.

The business card was simple. It only had a simple phone number on it with a name: John.

John? Is this guy’s name John, or is it just his nickname?

He didn’t care too much about that and pulled out his phone to dial the number.

The call went through quickly and a deep voice started complaining, “Wilson, how many times have I told you not to call me during work hours-”

Hurriedly, Harry cut him off. “Hello, Mr. John. Wilson Wood is in trouble. I’m his bodyguard, Harry Simpson-”