Blood trickled from the corner of Quinton’s mouth as he spat out a mouthful of it. Picking up his gold-rimmed glasses which had been trampled on, he raised his eyebrows and scoffed at Michael with disdain. “I said that I wouldn’t come back to Cethos and cause trouble, but Cethos is still my home; can’t I come back to visit my family occasionally?”
Michael grabbed his collar and roughly shoved him out. “Get out of here, and don’t appear in front of me ever again!”
Quinton slowly straightened his clothes as he gracefully adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses. Then, he left in a taxi.
Stanley was still cursing even after Quinton had left; Michael got someone to drag Stanley away as he entered Mitchell International Energy and Technology. He wanted to show his youthful face to Cooper—that old man—and ask him if he still had any conscience left.
“Mr. Cooper’s appointment for today is already full, Mr. Fletcher. Next time, please make an appointment with him one month in advance.”
Michael glared at Dimon before he turned to leave.
I’ll go home and wait for him; that old father-in-law of mine has to go back home at some point.
As he turned around, he saw Stanley standing at the entrance and wiping the blood from his nose. He grabbed onto Michael and pleaded, “Take me to the hospital, Uncle!”
Michael snapped. “Can’t you go by yourself?!”
Stanley stretched out his bloody hand and left a bloody handprint on his white shirt. “How can you be so heartless, Uncle Michael? I’m your nephew! My grandfather is your uncle! Look here—I was beaten up so badly, yet you don’t even care about me!”
Michael frowned and muttered, “Get in the car but don’t get it dirty; I still have to pick up your aunt from work.”
Stanley wiped the blood from his nose and told the Fletcher Family’s men to head back first as he got into Michael’s car.
After getting into the car, Stanley checked for outsiders before his pitiful expression instantly turned into a serious look as he took out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Michael.
“Look at this, Uncle Michael—I don’t know when Hope had put this in my pocket.”
Suddenly, Quinton had turned into Hope.
Michael took the note. Along with some of Stanley’s blood were several neatly-written words.
Blade has arrived in Cethos, and Sophia is his target.
Blade!
The legendary assassin who ranked second in the world!
His real name was not verifiable, but Cethosians called him Blade. He ranked second on the black market’s killer list, and his capabilities could be compared to Phantom Wolf’s.
However, Phantom Wolf only killed targets; they did not harm innocent individuals and children.
On the other hand, Blade killed and burned everything he touched—he even killed and raped women brutally! He was like a monster who devoured everything in villages.
Moreover, Phantom Wolf was an organization, whereas Blade was a single assassin who fought alone.
Blade had arrived in Cethos, and he was here for Sophia.
Although Blade loved to kill, he wouldn’t kill for no reason. Someone must’ve put a bounty on Sophia’s head!
Michael fell into a deep silence…
Stanley said anxiously, “What are we going to do, Uncle Michael? We should inform Sophia to cancel the banquet!”
Michael remained silent as he left Stanley at the hospital and told him to wait for his phone call. Then, he drove over to Plum Technology and waited downstairs for Sophia.
Since Sophia only traveled between the company and her home, her schedule was quite fixed. With the Michel and Mitchell Family’s relayed protection, the only place where Blade could carry out his plan was at Sophia’s banquet.
Did it mean that Quinton had caught wind of this in advance and came back to Cethos to inform them?
Hey, doesn’t this old father-in-law’s conscience hurt?
No, he has no conscience.
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