Chapter 107

Tony had just left Eastman Club and entered his Audi A8 when he took his phone

out. His face paled.

There was only one message on his screen.

[Tony, I've been defeated. Come to the gas station in the western suburbs. Quickly.]

It was from Harry.

“Harry's been defeated? No... That can’t be!” Tony held his phone tightly and

trembled in the back passenger seat.

Who could be so terrifying to have taken Harry down?

Brett Panther had been crippled just when he reached Ol‘ Mare. Harry had been in OI

‘Mare for less than half an hour, and he had also been defeated. These men were all

infamous thugs from Province Town!

“Go! Quickly!” Tony urged his subordinate, “Drive as fast as you can to the gas station.

in the western suburbs!”

About 20 minutes later, Tony arrived at an abandoned gas station in Ol’ Mare’s

western suburbs.

Harry was lying in the backseat of an SUV. His henchmen, on the other hand, were

lying on the ground while groaning in pain.

How could this have happened? Had the other forces in Province Town come to OI

Mare too? Otherwise, how could Harry and his men have gotten beaten up so

terribly?

“Who did this, sir?” Tony was inwardly baffled. He quickly ran over to help Harry up.

He yelled, “You few, come over here! Drive to the hospital! Quickly!”

A few men who were following Tony frantically headed to the SUVs.

“Stop right there!” Harry ordered through gritted teeth. “So many people are going to

the hospital together. Do you think this matter hasn’t been blown up enough? Tony,

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call Province Town. Get our brothers to bring more men over. The more, the better.”

Tony immediately took his phone out. After making the call, he quickly reported to Harry, “Sir, the forces in Ol’ Mare, other than

Frank Harley who insists on not joining us, all agreed to work with us.”

Harry's face turned blue. It became distorted with rage too. His eyes gleamed murderously.

Frank Harley, that bastard!

“We'll talk about that bastard later.” Harry was in so much pain that he gasped. Still, his resentful expression remained intact.

“Since they've joined us, make them show

their sincerity.”

Tony’s surprise vanished as he nodded. “Understood!”

He took his phone out once more and contacted the moguls of Ol‘ Mare whom he

had just met that day. He wanted them to gather to avenge Harry.

“Patrick Chesire... Alexander Kane...” Harry's eyes gleamed murderously as he

watched Tony make the calls.

Once he gathered everyone, he was going to make them pay..

Back in Belmont Hills.

Alexander and his family had just finished cleaning up the mess in the living room.

Patrick was on the couch, smoking with a glum expression. He seemed like a completely changed person compared to the

wimpy person he used to be.

“Open the window. Let the air in. Don’t let Olivia smell the smoke when she returns.”

He had smoked a dozen cigarettes. He said in a low voice, “Alex, come with me ona

walk.”

A few minutes later, Alex held Patrick’s arm and headed down to the compound for

a walk.

Patrick took a deep breath and said, “All these years, with my crippled leg, I longed

for a family’s love. Today, I finally saw it all. I can only rely on myself.”

Everything that happened today truly affected him.

Remnants of guilt remained in his mind since the last time he went to look for his father. After all, that was the family he grew up

with. That day, when Harry came looking for him, his gaze had no warmth at all.

That was not a gaze one should have when one looked at one’s own brother.

Neither Harry nor the Chesire family treated him like family. Why, then, should he care about blood relations?

“I've always remembered about your leg.” Alexander looked at Patrick’s limp and said gently, “Dad, the doctor I’ve mentioned is

an expert in orthopedics. He'll soon be here in Ol’ Mare. You don’t have to wait long to recover. Trust me!”

Patrick trembled. His eyes teared up.

The biggest dream he had in his life was not to get rich or have power or social status. Instead, his biggest dream is to cure his

leg.

He never thought that his son—in—-law would bring such surprisingly good news.

“Once you recover, New Chesire Group will rise,” Alexander said with a smile.

Alexander did not finish saying what was on his mind.

By then, his father-in-law would openly take back what belonged to him, such as the Chesire family.

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