Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You

Chapter 2058

---- Chapter 2058 "Since you say you're not connected to Mr. Lloyd, then I'm sorry... I don't do business with you," Jack said flatly. Eric nearly exploded. "The hell is wrong with you? Do you not know who I am? I'm Eric Humphrey! I used to run Goldridge!" Jack sneered. "That was when Mr. Thornton was alive. Back then, sure, you had influence. But now the Southern Martial Union is under the McCormicks. The man in charge isn't Mr. Thornton anymore; it's the McCormicks. So let's be real...

You're nothing but a stray dog." Jack leaned forward, his voice dripping with contempt." Everyone in Goldridge's upper circle knows you're trash, colluding with Henry, that power-hungry snake. I called you 'Mr. Humphrey' out of courtesy. Otherwise, I could have you thrown out in seconds." Athis cold snort, the curtain behind his sofa snapped open, and dozens of assault rifles suddenly aimed at Eric. Eric froze, his face locked in place. Rage burned through him, mixed with humiliation so sharp it was unbearable. Jack leaned back and opened his mouth as someone lit the cigar between his lips.

clenched his jaw so hard he nearly cracked his teeth. "Big Jack, do you seriously not fear death?"

a breath, then exhaled. Again and again, until the fury drained out of him, leaving only helplessness. Sadness replaced his rage. He had tried to act like a king, but instead, he had been humiliated. The proud return he had imagined for himself in Goldridge turned out to be a cruel joke. Without Jerome to prop him up, the city showed its true face: dismissive and mocking Andrew

forward, waving his hands. "Mr. Lloyd, what are you saying? If you want to ask, it's just a matter of me opening my mouth. How could I charge you? "I know exactly where your target is. She's at the Majestic Hotel It's the Blues' turf. But I must warn you, Mr. Lloyd, that place is the most dangerous

they're no ordinary opponents." Not only did Jack reveal Shiloh's location, but he also shared critical details about the situation. Moreover, he refused payment Andrew clasped his hands together. "Thank you. I'll treat you to dinner sometime." Jack grinned. "Dinner's nothing. Once this is done, I'll treat you to a foot massage!" After leaving the underground bar, the cold