The Three Little Guardian Angels

Chapter 2027 Naturally, the Skull Club had no problem working with Donald. Their feud was with his father several decades ago, not the son. Better yet, Donald loved raining money–he simply favored power more than wealth. If burning a hole through his wallet meant making friends in high places, then he would go through with that without batting an eye. 

There was truth to his method. Had he been even a little more frugal, his entertainment business would have never flown this ligh. Who was the Skull Club to refuse his overgenerous offer of money? 

The Skull Club‘s assistance and his identity as Matthews Sr.‘s son allowed him to run to the Eastern Islands. There, he revealed who he was instead of lying low–to secure a haven. As long as he remained within the Islands, the police would be powerless to catch him. 

Nollace flashed a perfunctory smile. “You didn‘t help him?” 

anyone for money in his entire life. But Donald‘s made of different stuff, I heard. He‘s a madman who escaped prison, at the very least. Letting him stay on my island is akin to planting a ticking bomb next to my pillow.” There

Sunny knew. “Why?”

cup. “You and Fabio seem to be playing nice with one another in the islands, but it‘s all a farce. Still water belies dangers, doesn‘t it? Putting two kings in the same land is like storing gunpowder next to a furnace.” Sunny‘s eyelids flicked open, and he glared

from his den in the southwestern peninsula. He had been manipulating unions and business guilds, controlling ports and harbors. There is no way a man like that would let you live free, out of his surveillance. He speaks of a desire for peace,

played around with his cup and broke out a smile. “If Donald manages to amass his powers

help?” Sunny was a little perplexed. “I doubt he‘s capable of giving Fabio what he wants.” “Fabio‘s eyes are set on the political stage, Mr. Southern. Just because Donald‘s a lame–duck right now doesn‘t mean he