The Three Little Guardian Angels

Chapter 2054 However, Damian was a closer friend to Sunny than to Fabio. Damian had heard that Cameron had brought an outsider back to the East Islands. That outsider had a special identity, and Sunny ordered him to take over The Commune. Damian was well aware of these 

He took a sip from the tea and asked, “Is Neal not worried that he‘s pushing Joaqin too hard? You‘re the one who appointed him to take over The Commune, and by doing this, he will only make Joaqin more frustrated with you.” 

Sunny put down his cup and said calmly, “If he wants to rebel against me, he‘ll do it sooner or later. He‘s just looking for a breakthrough that will allow him to pull out without hurting himself.” 

Damian touched the gold watch on his wrist and continued. “Although Fabio is willing to provide benefits to Joaqin, we can see that he doesn‘t trust him entirely since he‘s still hesitating “The reason Fabio is so anxious to get so many people on his side and monopolize the underworld is to make himself the king in ORa. The more power he gets, the further he can extend his influence. Once he gets what he wants, the business world in North Ancona and Eurasia will be his. 

“Unfortunately, he‘s too anxious and won‘t get everything his way.” Sunny harrumphed. Damian looked at him and continued. “But you need to tell Neal to watch out for himself. Joaqin is already looking into his background. I believe that Fabio will learn about him very soon.” 

planned out.” Both of them stayed in the private room for an hour before leaving. When Sunny arrived at the door, a waiter approached him and slipped a note into his hand. “Mr. Southern Sr., someone asked me to give you this.” Sunny opened the note and took

it again and said to the waiter. “Bring

the hall. Once he pushed the door open, Waylon rose to his feet and said, “Mr.

she barely recovered. When she saw the scars at the tips of her eyes, she threw the mirror on the floor. Manuel pushed the door and came in. “Ms. Serrano.” Florence pushed everything on the table to the floor, making

was nearly disfigured, yet her father wanted her to forget everything about it. How was there any possibility she

not want to help her. He did not want to fall out with the Southern Clan, but the Southerns

to Florence. “Ms. Serrano, l‘ll help you.” “How can you help me?” Florence asked sarcastically.