Chapter 132

Aaronson was a city by the sea in Tormora, about 150 kilometers away from Ol

Mare. The economic relationship between both cities was very close.

Jerome was in a luxuriously decorated casino. He looked at the man with the short

hair on the real leather couch and said respectfully, “Mister Aares, my father has

agreed to your acquisition requests.”

Mark smirked.

Mark was a famous businessman in Aaronson but also had considerable power in

the underworld of Aaronson. He has a few thousand men below him and two highly

skilled fighters-though costly—-from abroad. He was one of the most powerful men

in that area.

As he had started to go clean in his business in the last few years, he had acquired

seven to eight large corporations. His next acquisition target was Chesire Group of Ol

Mare.

“Looks like Neil Chesire isn’t an idiot after all!” Mark lit a cigar. He snickered. “My

requests aren’t that easily agreeable, yet Neil dares to stall. Let me guess. Does he

want something in return?”

“Nothing gets past you, Mister Aares.” Jerome immediately went up and bowed

lowly. “Mister Aares, my father said that as long as you get rid of Patrick Chesire and

his family, our family assets, including the New Chesire Group, will be yours.”

Mark slowly narrowed his gaze.

He had heard about the Chesire family before.

The previous Severn Group changed its name to become New Chesire Group. The

third son of the Chesire family, Patrick Chesire, was the chairman. Nominally, they

were still considered part of the Chesire family assets.

Oddly enough, many weird things have been going on in Ol’ Mare recently. Harry

Chesire returned to Ol‘ Mare from Province Town and somehow suffered a huge

loss. The underworld of OI’ Mare was totally gone. The Hudson family seemed to be

implicated in this as well. All of these had to do with New Chesire Group.

“I remembered that Patrick Chesire’s daughter, Amber, is deemed the most beautiful woman in Ol’ Mare.” Mark put his cigar

down and smirked lewdly. I’m not wrong.

Am 1, Jerome?”

Jerome’s eyes brightened. He immediately nodded. “Mister Aares, you don’t have to kill her if you’re keen on her. You can kill the

rest of her family. Most importantly, you have to kill Alexander Kane. You can’t let him go!”

Mark snickered.

Alexander Kane was just a retired veteran who was on a ship for two years. Nothing

was challenging about taking his life.

Once Mark had acquired Chesire Group and New Chesire Group, he would be able to have a standing in Ol‘ Mare. His other

businesses would soon be able to open in Ol

Mare!

“It's a deal, then.” Mark thumped his chest. His gaze gleamed murderously. “Chesire Group and New Chesire Group will be

mine. I'll help you get rid of Patrick Chesire and his family. As for Amber Chesire... Hehe! I can’t wait to enjoy the most beautiful

of Ol' Mare!”

Jerome chuckled. “Might I ask when you will be taking action, Mister Aares?” he

asked tentatively.

Mark immediately fished his phone out and sent a few messages.

He snickered menacingly. “Now.”

It had been two days since the team-building trip. For the past few days, Patrick had been resting at home, and his limp was

almost entirely gone. As for New Chesire

Group, its operations went smoothly.

When Amber returned, she immediately got to work. The new factory in the industrial park was also completed and put into

operation.

Alexander, meanwhile, stayed in the offices in the city to deal with personnel

scheduling.

At that moment, at the factory, a bespectacled young man ran quickly into the factory manager’s office and said frantically to the

factory manager, Leslie Rowe, ” Mister Rowe! There are people outside trying to cause a scene! They want to intrude.

into our factory!”

What?

Leslie Rowe, who used to be the person in charge of overseeing the construction site of the factory, was shocked by the news.

Then, he got up and ran toward the

entrance.

“Are you the factory manager here? Leslie Rowe?”

About 20 menacing—looking thugs covered in tattoos were at the entrance, sneering. The leader of the pack had a cigarette in

his mouth. “Get your men to scram. From now onward, I’m in charge of New Chesire Group!”

Leslie was alarmed. He wanted to say something, but the man beat him to it with a chuckle. “Mister Neil Chesire of the Chesire

family has given all his assets to our superior. If you don’t obey me, I'll kill you—and I have a thousand ways to do it!”

Neil Chesire?

Leslie was so furious that his face contorted. The factory belonged to New Chesire Group. It had nothing to do with Neil or the

Chesire family of Ol‘ Mare.

Moreover, Patrick had cut ties with his family. Everyone in Ol Mare knew that!

“Leave at once! Do not disrupt our work!” Leslie said, suppressing his anger.

“We are

New Chesire Group; we have nothing to do with the Chesire family. Whatever deal Neil Chesire made with you all has nothing to

do with us! If you continue causing a

scene, I'll call the police!”

“The police? Haha!” The thug sneered. He took a crumpled contract and threw it by

Leslie's feet.

“Leslie Rowe, you want to call the police? Open your eyes and have a good look!”