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“Now, that is not something you have to worry about, Ms. Daisy,” Lenard replied. “Redwood Capital's objective is to
make profits. Anything that doesn't go well with our objective will be rejected, which is why no matter how strong
his connections in Redwood Capital are, I can still easily deny his request.”
“That'll be good.” Daisy smiled. “I should get going now. Mr. Wayne, I hope you enjoy the rest of your day.”
“Hahaha, then I shall be on my way to paradise now. Let's go, my little sweetheart.” Lenard smiled, his hand
already finding its way into Joan's pants.
That night, Zeke arrived at Redwood Capital.
Looking at the magnificent building of Redwood Capital, Zeke couldn't help laughing at himself.
If it weren't for the difficulties Linton Group was facing now, Zeke would have forgotten that he was the owner of
Redwood Capital.
Perhaps, as a boss, he was one of a kind in this world.
Zeke stopped when he walked past the duty room. His eyes were locked on an old security guard on shift. He was
overwhelmed with emotions, for the man had aged so much since he last met him a few years ago.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtInstead of hurryingly entering the building, Zeke approached the duty room and knocked on the windows.
The old security guard, who was sleeping, did not get up immediately after hearing the movements. Instead, he
asked lazily, “Who's there?”
“An employee of the company.”
“Did you forget your access card? What is your employee ID?”
“I think it's zero, zero, one,” Zeke answered after careful consideration.
Zero, zero, one?
The answer from Zeke visibly shook the old security guard.
After all, this code belonged only to the boss of the company.
As for the old security guard, he was one of the people who knew Zeke's identity as the Great Marshal.
The Great Marshal is here? That voice. It sounds familiar, just like the Great Marshal's...
The old security guard raised his head immediately.
The next thing he saw was a familiar face. In that split second, he broke down crying when he saw Zeke's face.
It really is the Great Marshal! It's him! I never thought I could still see him when I'm still alive! I can now die in
peace.
The old security almost fell to his knees before Zeke.
“Riley Hall of Dragon Guards is at your service, Great Marshal!”
Zeke nodded calmly. “On your feet.”
The familiar name of Dragon Guards had Zeke's memories come flooding back to him.
Dragon Guards were just as it sounded. They were a group of guards that were formed with the sole purpose of
protecting the Great Marshal.
The group, however, did not live up to its name and duty, for the Great Marshal did not require their protection.
Instead, the Great Marshal even had to protect them at times.
Hence, the group only existed for a short lifespan of three years before it got disbanded.
As for this old security guard, his name was Riley Hall, and he was once the captain of Dragon Guards.
During his years of service, Riley had impulsively slaughtered a group of captives. Because of that, he was demoted
to security guard by the Great Marshal as punishment.
When Zeke punished Riley, all he wanted was to help Riley tame his impulsive behavior.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIt seemed that Zeke had received what he wanted. After all these years, Riley had indeed become much calmer
and more composed.
Now was the time talents were needed the most, for the Netherworld and Kush Clan lurking in the dark were posing
a great threat to Eurasia.
Hence, Zeke figured it was time for Riley to serve Eurasia rather than being an insignificant security guard.
“Riley, how have you been after all these years?”
“Great Marshal, I've been reflecting on my mistakes all these years. The mistakes I committed when I slaughtered
the prisoners back then still torment me. Now that I realized my mistakes and paid the price, I hope you could give
me a swift end, Great Marshal.”
“And how would you like it to be?” Zeke asked.
“Great Marshal, please let me return to the force and let me serve you. Either that or take my life. Let me redeem
myself in either way.”
In fact, Zeke was very well aware that to someone like Riley who had been bathing in blood on the battlefield for his
entire life, he would rather die if he had to remain as a security guard here for the rest of his life.
To Riley, death was perhaps an easy way out of his misery.
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