The Man in Power After Being Married into Her Family novel Chapter 1162

The Webb family assumed that it was about time for The Big Eight to get the Weavers, so they didn't dare to bother them too much.

Lord Webb checked the time when almost an hour had passed. The Big Eight were very skillful and capable, and one hour should be enough for them to kill everyone there and rescue the Weavers, so he urged, "Donald, call Mr. Flores and ask for their updates.”

"Okay!" Donald nodded immediately and took out his phone to call Emiliano. The phone rang for a while but no one answered the call.

Donald said curiously, "Dad, no one's answering. Maybe they are still undertaking the mission?" 9

Lord Webb nodded. "Yes, it is possible. Let's wait for a while then."

Ten minutes later, Lord Webb said again, "Donald, call Mr. Flores again!"

Donald did as he was told, but no one answered the call.

Lord Webb frowned skeptically. "Something isn't right. It wouldn't take them so long to execute the mission. It’s just a bunch of lowly bodyguards, so that shouldn't be a big problem for Mr. Flores and The Big Eight. I still remember that when I was fighting for

power and had barged into an enemy's fortress, it only took Mr. Flores a short time to kill two dozens enemies. His skills and capabilities are totally unimaginable." 9

Donald said resoundingly, "Father, don't worry, Mount Golmin is quite treacherous. The weather is unpredictably cold and it is isolated from civilization, so maybe they stumbled upon some minor problems." s

Lord Webb nodded lightly. "You’re right. Let’s wait for a while longer!"

Ten minutes later, Lord Webb urged again, "Donald, call them!"

Donald did as he told, but it was the same-the call went unanswered.

These men were ordinary hitmen who were better with guns than fists, but they weren't top-notch martial arts masters at all. 1

It was impossible that super-warriors like The Big Eight couldn't escape from Mount Golmin, right? s

Lord Webb's heart was thumping violently, his breathing becoming abnormally rapid.

He grasped Donald's hands, his face as pale as a sheet of paper, and mumbled, "No, something isn't right."

Donald tried to offer some words of comfort. "Father, please calm down. Let’s wait for a while!"

Lord Webb said in an earnest tone, "Mr. Flores has worked for me for so many years. This sort of thing has never happened before, so I think something must be wrong somewhere. In fact, I suspect that it must be bad news! They've probably perished!"