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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 mo
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 overgen
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?”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSunny set his cup on the table. “I helped Matthews Sr. because he‘s a greedy pig at worst. He was never a murderer. He never killed anyone for money in his entire life. But Don
long pause. Sunny considered Nollace thoughtfully. “And I refuse to permit your stay, either. I know who you are. Donald went to prison because of you.”
Every media outlet in Yaramoor had reported Nollace as the man who sent Donald to prison, so the former‘s role was never a secret. No one should be surprised that Sunny kne
fan of chasing after them, either.”
Nollace fidgeted with his empty 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
he glared at him.
Nollace met his gaze with an even keel. He was not going to lose to psychological warfare. A long silence passed. Sunny narrowed his eyes before letting
out a laugh. “Not bad, Mr. Knowles. You knew all about the Islands‘ politics despite having only just arrived.” “Fabio Puzo had been scheming
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 li
a desire for peace, Mr. Southern, but in the shadow, he acts in accordance with war. He rallies as much support from the land as he can, slowly gnawing away at your power to
is not a guy you can trust to have by your side,” analyzed Nollace.
He played around with his cup and broke out a smile. “If Donald manages to amass his powers again, and if he manages
to gain the Orasian gangs‘ support, do you think he‘ll overlook that
time you turned him away when he sought your 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–
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmduck right now doesn‘t mean he automatically lost his old political connections, does it?” All Donald had to do was introduce his powerful friends to Fabio, and the rest would fall
Sunny was quiet. Nollace poured a new cup of tea for him. “Besides, after knowing who
Cameron really is, I think you‘ll find permitting my stay a more favorable option.” Sunny gripped his cup tightly. His brows furrowed. “Are you threatening me?” “No,” said Nollac
Sandy stood by the pier the next day with a shawl covering half of her face. Anxious, she was waiting for the aid Donald had promised her.
A few moments later, an ocean liner moored sluggishly at the pier. Two palpably Orasian men emerged, their heads turning as though they were searching for someone. Sandy
The men exchanged glances. “Mrs. Pruitt?” “That‘s me,” she replied hastily, smiling and lifting her luggage. “Finally. You two came.”
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