NovelEnglishQuite a few people were gathered in front of the office building. Many surrounded Nelson, patting his back and chest while shouting. I had no idea what was going on.
As our group rushed out of the office building, one of the demonstrators immediately stood up and pointed toward us. He seemed to be the leader. "You guys are unbelievable! How dare you push an old man like this to the edge? He's a living monument of Bourdamun, and you treat him like this?" The man looked fierce and spoke as if trying to assert dominance.
I looked at Nelson, who lay motionless, allowing people to pound on him without responding. Something seemed suspicious. If there was a real problem, would they stay so calm? "Noah, you've only been here briefly and want to establish dominance in Bourdamun. Dream on!" The man's words seemed excessive and didn't sit well with me.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtI took a look at the arrogant man who was shouting. He was tall and resembled Nelson. If I guessed correctly, he might be Nelson's son.
To my surprise, standing next to him was someone I recognized. He had once visited my office in Foswood to discuss a project. It was the sweaty and unkempt Jeremiah.
I immediately grasped the situation. That was why Jeremiah asserted confidently that he had secured the project and insisted on Bourdamun's people developing the new district.
The origin of these ideas was right here. There was strickery going on among them.
Jeremiah also noticed me, expressing a bit of surprise. His small eyes scrutinizedfor a while.
I looked right back at him, and my mind started spinning. Chad Terrell and Nelson Nerrell.
If Chad was Jeremiah's cousin, Nelson had to be related to Chad,possibly an uncle. Jeremiah and Nelson were clearly related. The relationships were complicated, but one thing was sure- Nelson was working for the sake of his family, which was why he went to such lengths. It seemed Nelson was indeed the master of Bourdamun. It was no wonder his son and nephew were so oppressive. That was also why Jeremiah's information waso accurate. He had an insider. I had underestimated him.
Seeing Jeremiah looking at me, I couldn't help but sneer. I felt nauseous. When I got back, I would have to disinfect my couch thoroughly.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmNoah had already arranged for someone to call an ambulance from the hospital. This was a good idea. Whether he was ill or not, this would give Nelson a way out.
I walked to Noah and briefly whispered about their interpersonal relationship to him. I wanted him to be prepared to conduct a targeted investigation.
I was sure that each of them would hit its mark. It was indeed a stroke of luck.
Before he could call the cops, a swarm of them appeared in front of the office building, encircling the protesters.
"Noah, you are ruthless with your dirty tricks!" exclaimed the tall man. “My father has given his heart and soul to Bourdamun, and this is how you treat him?" The people who had cwith him were initially arrogant, but seeing the situation, they becmuch more subdued.
The man continued to shout, "Alright, so you still want to climb the ranks arrogantly? You're dreaming! I'll show you today where you went wrong. I'll put an end to your career!"
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