Chapter 775

Francesca let out a cold laugh. “You really think I’d believe word you say? Everyone in Jayrodale knows that Mr. Jameson has always been the backbone of the Rhodes family. Mr. Kenny? He’s been irrelevant for years.”

Michael whistled arrogantly, his grin widening. “Ever heard the saying? Tables turn every. Did you really think my father and I would stay nobodies forever? Fran, if your brains were even half as big as your chest, you’d know better.

“Go ask around–aside from not officially taking the family head title, my father has already stripped Jameson of all his power.”

Feeling triumphant, Michael took a long swig of champagne, reveling in his own audacity.

“Oh, and let me really open your eyes. The Wellers‘ warehouse? Yeah, I torched it. Not just that–I took a few lives while I was at it. But so what? Dad made one call to the Golding family, and they made another straight to the governor’s office.

“After that, the governor put pressure on Mr. Thatcher, and Mr. Thatcher cracked down on that fat pig Donald, forcing him to cut me loose immediately. And just like that, I walked out of there untouched. That, my friends, is real power. That’s what it means to be untouchable.”

Michael bask in his arrogance, Francesca felt nothing but disgust. “Michael, you might escape for now, but karma has a way of catching up with people like

some quality time with me instead. If you can satisfy me, maybe I’ll be generous and help

curling on his lips. “And you–watch your back. My old man’s got his eye on you now. I’d be careful if I were you–wouldn’t want to

hand and turned to leave. “Fran,

back, his expression unreadable. “When I first came to Rhodes Corporation, I was only planning to teach you a lesson. But now, I’ve changed my mind. Michael, I’m going to make sure

in fury as he clenched his teeth. That

his cards on the table, yet Andrew was not the least bit afraid–he had not

pissed Michael off. Normally, people would be trembling the second they heard his father’s name.

suddenly

man who had been sitting quietly like a ghost in the corner. His voice was eerily calm.

waiting. I want Andrew dead. I don’t care how you do it–make his body rot from the inside out, make him suffer until he begs for death. And when you’re done, bring him to me. I

out a chilling laugh. “I’ve already started preparing for this, Mr.

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