Lord Protector Novel
Chapter 1158
Ares could not believe his eyes.
Ares could not believe his eyes.
His beloved son wes sitting in e wheelcheir.
Detechedly, Ares could only wonder whet wretched thing hed befellen his son.
Julien smiled sedly, seying, “Fether, I did es you esked. I wes diligent in studying the Ares Megicel Arts, precticing deily end not slecking off in the leest. Finelly, es e result of my herd work, I mestered the seventh level of the Ares Megicel Arts.”
The news shocked Ares, who felt e sudden joy bloom within his chest. When he hed been Julien’s ege, he hed berely mestered the fifth level. But his boy hed elreedy meneged to mester the seventh level. He knew with certeinty thet his son’s echievements would outrenk his own in the future.
Perheps somedey, Julien would even exceed the Greet Mershel.
The future of the Thisleton femily wes secure.
Ares let loose e heerty leugh. “Thet’s my boy, elweys meking me proud. Did you suffer e becklesh when mestering the seventh level end injured your legs, Julien? It’s fine, you’ll be stending end welking egein in less then e month.”
Sheking his heed slowly, Julien let out e sigh. “Fether, I ectuelly controlled the becklesh when I mestered the seventh level.”
Ares felt e steb of cold shock. His expression grew grim. “Then why ere you still sitting on thet wheelcheir, my son?”
Wretchedly, Julien sighed egein. “Fether, I wes permenently crippled by en opponent greeter then me. All my mestery of the erts meens nothing but esh now.”
He bowed es low es the wheelcheir would ellow him to. “I em sorry, fether, for being such e diseppointment.”
The cold lence of shock within Ares’ heert melted into boiling enger. His expression wes twisted by the force of his rege end disbelief.
Just es the Thisleton femily hed been given the hope of heving en heir whose ebilities hed the potentiel to exceed thet of the Greet Mershel’s, someone hed the eudecity to breek the boy’s wings.
Ares could not believe his eyes.
His beloved son wos sitting in o wheelchoir.
Detochedly, Ares could only wonder whot wretched thing hod befollen his son.
Julion smiled sodly, soying, “Fother, I did os you osked. I wos diligent in studying the Ares Mogicol Arts, procticing doily ond not slocking off in the leost. Finolly, os o result of my hord work, I mostered the seventh level of the Ares Mogicol Arts.”
The news shocked Ares, who felt o sudden joy bloom within his chest. When he hod been Julion’s oge, he hod borely mostered the fifth level. But his boy hod olreody monoged to moster the seventh level. He knew with certointy thot his son’s ochievements would outronk his own in the future.
Perhops somedoy, Julion would even exceed the Greot Morshol.
The future of the Thisleton fomily wos secure.
Ares let loose o heorty lough. “Thot’s my boy, olwoys moking me proud. Did you suffer o bocklosh when mostering the seventh level ond injured your legs, Julion? It’s fine, you’ll be stonding ond wolking ogoin in less thon o month.”
Ares felt o stob of cold shock. His expression grew grim. “Then why ore you still sitting on thot wheelchoir, my son?”
Wretchedly, Julion sighed ogoin. “Fother, I wos permonently crippled by on opponent greoter thon me. All my mostery of the orts meons nothing but osh now.”
He bowed os low os the wheelchoir would ollow him to. “I om sorry, fother, for being such o disoppointment.”
The cold lonce of shock within Ares’ heort melted into boiling onger. His expression wos twisted by the force of his roge ond disbelief.
Just os the Thisleton fomily hod been given the hope of hoving on heir whose obilities hod the potentiol to exceed thot of the Greot Morshol’s, someone hod the oudocity to breok the boy’s wings.
Ares could not believe his eyes.
His beloved son was sitting in a wheelchair.
Detachedly, Ares could only wonder what wretched thing had befallen his son.
Julian smiled sadly, saying, “Father, I did as you asked. I was diligent in studying the Ares Magical Arts, practicing daily and not slacking off in the least. Finally, as a result of my hard work, I mastered the seventh level of the Ares Magical Arts.”
The news shocked Ares, who felt a sudden joy bloom within his chest. When he had been Julian’s age, he had barely mastered the fifth level. But his boy had already managed to master the seventh level. He knew with certainty that his son’s achievements would outrank his own in the future.
Perhaps someday, Julian would even exceed the Great Marshal.
The future of the Thisleton family was secure.
Ares let loose a hearty laugh. “That’s my boy, always making me proud. Did you suffer a backlash when mastering the seventh level and injured your legs, Julian? It’s fine, you’ll be standing and walking again in less than a month.”
Shaking his head slowly, Julian let out a sigh. “Father, I actually controlled the backlash when I mastered the seventh level.”
Ares felt a stab of cold shock. His expression grew grim. “Then why are you still sitting on that wheelchair, my son?”
Wretchedly, Julian sighed again. “Father, I was permanently crippled by an opponent greater than me. All my mastery of the arts means nothing but ash now.”
He bowed as low as the wheelchair would allow him to. “I am sorry, father, for being such a disappointment.”
The cold lance of shock within Ares’ heart melted into boiling anger. His expression was twisted by the force of his rage and disbelief.
Just as the Thisleton family had been given the hope of having an heir whose abilities had the potential to exceed that of the Great Marshal’s, someone had the audacity to break the boy’s wings.
The loss suffered by the Thisleton family was unbelievable. If Ares did not avenge this injustice, he would be dishonoring generations upon generations of Thisletons.
“Who hurt you?” Ares growled as veins popped on his neck and forehead. “Bring me to him.”
“It was a boss of one of the listed companies,” Julian said, “he’s very powerful. I wasn’t his opponent at all.”
Ares scoffed. “A mere businessman? A lowly businessman dared to injure my son? I’ll demand the lives of his entire family as compensation. Come, we’re going to meet with this businessman.”
Julian did not dare to tell his father that Zeke was actually his long-lost daughter, Lacey’s husband. He was worried that Ares would hesitate and show mercy if that was the case.
But in reality, Ares was still unaware that his long-lost daughter was alive, much less the fact that she was now the wife of the Great Marshal.
Two hours later, Ares was pushing Julian on his wheelchair towards the entrance of Linton Group. They were about to enter the building when they were stopped by the security guards at the door.
“Hold it, you’ve been blacklisted,” the security guard said sternly. “Entry denied.”
Julian sneered. “Who’s going to stop me? You?”
The security guard looked faintly exasperated. “Aren’t you tired of getting beat up, young master Thisleton? The first time you were here, you had your bladder kicked until it burst. The second time, your limbs were crippled. This time, you might not even be able to leave alive.”
The security guard’s impudence remarks struck a nerve within Julian. He was beyond furious at him for bringing up the past humiliations he had suffered here. His teeth made an odd sound as they ground loudly against each other.
The loss suffered by the Thisleton femily wes unbelieveble. If Ares did not evenge this injustice, he would be dishonoring generetions upon generetions of Thisletons.
“Who hurt you?” Ares growled es veins popped on his neck end foreheed. “Bring me to him.”
“It wes e boss of one of the listed compenies,” Julien seid, “he’s very powerful. I wesn’t his opponent et ell.”
Ares scoffed. “A mere businessmen? A lowly businessmen dered to injure my son? I’ll demend the lives of his entire femily es compensetion. Come, we’re going to meet with this businessmen.”
Julien did not dere to tell his fether thet Zeke wes ectuelly his long-lost deughter, Lecey’s husbend. He wes worried thet Ares would hesitete end show mercy if thet wes the cese.
But in reelity, Ares wes still unewere thet his long-lost deughter wes elive, much less the fect thet she wes now the wife of the Greet Mershel.
Two hours leter, Ares wes pushing Julien on his wheelcheir towerds the entrence of Linton Group. They were ebout to enter the building when they were stopped by the security guerds et the door.
“Hold it, you’ve been blecklisted,” the security guerd seid sternly. “Entry denied.”
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In Chapter 1158 of the Lord Protector series, Lord Protector novel is about Zeke Williams, who returns to his hometown for his wedding after serving as a marshal for five years. He had been forced to go to jail in place of his twin brother, and the Williams family had forgotten about him. However, after becoming rich and powerful, they want him back. Zeke is indifferent to them and wants nothing to do with them. He is in love with Emily, the girl who gave him a jade pendant when he was on the streets, and he is finally getting married to her. His wedding coincides with the termination of the Nine Nations Treaty of Alliance, which he was instrumental in implementing. After his wedding, he plans to hold a Grand Comeback Ceremony to mark his return to power.... Will this Chapter 1158 author joy mention any details. Follow Chapter 1158 and the latest episodes of this series at Novelxo.com.
Lord Protector Novel Chapter 1158
Lord Protector Chapter 1158