Lord Protector Novel

“Lacey, clean this mess up,” Zeke patted Lacey’s shoulders.

“I have something else to attend to.”

Alright.

Lacey nodded, “Take care.”

As Zeke walked past Diego, he momentarily stopped and took away the cigarette Diego was smoking,

“You should smoke less. It’s bad for your body.”

Saying so, he coolly walked away, cigarette still in hand.

“That cheeky ba****d.” Diego smiled knowingly.

After this incident, the gap between them was no more.

This time, Zeke sincerely cared for him.

He hadn’t recovered ever since that year when he was imprisoned underground and poisoned by the Sullivan family.

Smoking would have worsened his health greatly.

...

Collins was driving Clyde and came to a stop in the middle of the wilderness.

Clyde was so terrified he nearly peed his pants.

This was in the middle of nowhere.

If Collins were to kill him and bury him here, nobody would find him for at least a decade.

He had to pull some strings for himself.

Clyde pleaded, “Sir, please spare my life. I beg you.”

“I have money; I’ll give you all the money that I have.”

At that moment, Clyde no longer had any remaining pride as the young master of the Thisleton family.

He had absolutely nothing left.

Collins questioned skeptically, “You have already been expelled from Thisleton Manor. How would you still have any money?”

“I had money stored in many major banks overseas; all of it has nothing to do with my family,” Clyde said.

As he said so, Clyde whipped out a bunch of bank cards.

At a glance, it seemed there were millions or, at most billions there.

When the elderly man finished counting all of it, it was a whopping twenty billion in total.

“Even a fallen aristocrat such as yourself would still be richer than any average man.” Collins sighed deeply. “Even when the Seal Mercenary was at its peak, we never had that many funds.”

Clyde cautiously asked, “Now you can spare my life, right?”

“I never did want to take your life in the first place, you know,” Collins said.

Ah!

Clyde was dumbfounded.

Did I just give away twenty billion for nothing?

That was money to save my own life!

That very moment, another car stopped beside their own.

The door swung open, and someone came down from the car.

It was Zeke.

Clyde once again tensed in fear.

“Zeke... you... what do you want.”

“I can honor my end of the bet and leave Atheville.”

Zeke lit his cigarette, “Oh Clyde, are you curious? About how I managed to get a hold of the third military factory.”

“Let me tell you now.”

Clyde looked confused, “What? Didn’t my father Ares give it to Lacey to support her as the new head of the family?”

Zeke smirked, “Of course not.”