The Invisible Mogul novel Chapter 1342

“Chance? Whatever could you be talking about?” asked Gerald as he looked at Felton—who was still lying on the ground—before clapping his hands.

“Well, if you let me off today, I’ll tell my grandmother not to come over and make things difficult for those living in this shantytown! If you don’t, well… My grandmother will surely cause a bloodbath to happen here!” replied Felton.

“I’m not sure what delusions you’re having, but I only told Leo not to kill you immediately since letting you die like this would surely minimize your grandmother’s suffering! Now that would be a true pity!” sneered Gerald with a smile.

The second he saw Gerald’s menacing smile, Felton felt as his entire body—and possibly even his spirit—froze.

Seconds later, he stammered, “…W-what exactly do you mean by that…?”

“Believe me when I say that I’ve been wondering how to deal with you throughout my journey here. In the end, I’ve concluded that you’re still slightly useful to me. With that in mind, I can’t just allow you to die so easily! Whatever the case is, go clean up the scene first, Leo! You can leave this kid to me!” ordered Gerald as Leo immediately began properly disposing of the many fresh corpses.

Gerald, on the other hand, went ahead and retrieved the Dead Annie from Felton’s hand. Unlike the previous instances of the flower, however, this one looked like it was made out of pure gold.

“What exactly is this, Mr. Gunter?” asked Gerald.

“It’s the Dead Annie Mother!” replied Felton while glaring at Gerald. Though he was angry, he no longer exuded the arrogant and domineering attitude that he earlier had.

“Humph! You wanted to kill me earlier, didn’t you, you b*stard? I’ll be killing you instead now!” shouted Monica out of the blue as she walked up to Felton before slapping him hard on his cheek!

Eyes widened in shock, Felton glared daggers at Monica, immense murderous intent in his eyes as he roared, “You… You b*tch! You must truly be tired of living! Don’t you know that I hate being slapped in the face the most?!”

Though his rage was clear as day, since Leo had severed several of Felton’s meridians earlier, Felton couldn’t even gather the strength to get to his feet!

As he continued struggling to get up, Gerald squatted by his side before slapping him on his other cheek!

Turning to glare daggers at Gerald next, he was immediately greeted by many more severe slaps!

By the time Gerald eventually gave him room to breathe, Felton found himself gritting his teeth in seething rage as he said, “…Could you guys truly be unafraid of death? I’ll be sure to have my grandmother kill all of you if it’s the last thing I do!”