Chapter 163

Chapter 0163

“Accompany... Yorick to the grave...*

Damon's feet almost gave way as his expression changed.

He could feel the overwhelming killing intent emanating from Alexander. This was no joke. If he dared to continue, he would

surely meet his end on the spot today.

“Brother, save me, save me!”

On the floor behind him, Yorick’s broken limbs trembled slightly, his voice tinged with a sob, “Save me, I don’t want to die yet...”

Damon clenched his teeth tightly, not daring to make a sound.

He cared more about his own life. He had no idea what to say to Alexander. If he had said anything wrong. Alexander would

surely take his life!

“You're sensible, very clever!”

Alexander glanced at Damon’s face, saying lightly. “Smart people often live longer, unlike Yorick, whose foolishness only speeds

up death.”

He lowered his head to look at the unconscious Amber in his arms. His gaze softened slightly, and then he looked at Damon

again, saying. “Now, prepare a coffin for Yorick.”

“Don’t misunderstand, you will be bringing back Yorick’s corpse!”

What?!

Damon shook violently, his gaze falling on Alexander’s face, full of disbelief. “Mister Kane, you...”

Whoosh!

Alexander did not hesitate. The next moment, he was already standing in front of Yorick. He raised his right foot abruptly, and

crushed his

throat. Then, he returned to the bedside, embracing Amber’s shivering body again.

The whole process took less than half a second.

Yorick’s body stiffened completely, a large spurt of blood foam slowly oozing from the corner of his mouth. The faint light in his

eyes disappeared rapidly.

His throat bone shattered, and he died on the spot!

“Yorick!” Damon's eyes widened, tightly hugging Yorick’s lifeless body. He almost went mad as he roared, “Alexander, how dare

you kill my

brother?! The Schneider family will never let this go, never!”

Alexander laughed!

He gently lifted the already sleeping Amber and calmly told Damon, “You can now prepare the coffin. You can prepare one or

two, it’s your

choice.”

Damon shuddered all over, the frenzied curses in his mouth abruptly stopping.

One coffin or two?

If he dared to utter another word, Alexander would definitely do the same to him. Two coffins, one for each brother!

“Remember, never come to Ol Mare again. The New Chesire Group is not something you can afford to provoke!”

After saying this, Alexander walked out of the suite with Amber in his arms.

The entire time, Alexander did not even glance at the six elite bodyguards who followed behind Damon!

About two hours later, at the Schneider family estate in the capital of Woolpackton, the lights were still ablaze in the villa’s living

room.

It was almost 1 am.

“Yorick, my son!”

In the living room, Peter Schneider, the head of the Schneider family, was gazing at Yorick’s body.

Yorick lay in the coffin, his limbs twisted and his pants stained with blood. Peter could not help but feel a piercing pain throughout

his being.

“Alexander dared to kill my son! I'll make him pay with his life!”

Surrounding him was the entire Schneider family dressed in black suits. They bowed deeply, silent as the grave.

Yorick’s tragic death in Ol‘ Mare had been kept as secret as possible, but rumors still circulated. Almost every faction in

Woolpackton was aware of it, yet none came to pay their respects.

It was all because of Alexander!

In Woolpackton, the Schneider family was undoubtedly powerful, ranking among the top aristocratic families. However,

compared to the deep-rooted Hudson family, the Schneider family fell short.

Even Luke, the heir to the Hudson family, had been rendered a cripple by Alexander. What could the Schneider family do?

Nevertheless, Yorick was Peter’s son!

“Dad, leave this to me.” Damon stood by the coffin, looking up at Peter, his teeth grinding audibly.

“As the eldest son of the Schneider family, I promise you that Yorick’s death won't be in vain. I will make Alexander pay with his

own blood!

Peter's eyes lit up, a trace of deep-seated resentment flashing through them.

“Damon, tell me, how do you plan to handle this?”

Damon squinted his eyes, chuckling softly.

“No fortress, no matter how strong, can withstand the gnawing of ants. The larger the enterprise, the more internal parasites it

harbors!” He pulled out his phone, and quickly dialed a number.

“M-Mister Damon?”

Ashaky, tearful voice echoed from the phone.

“Mister Damon, spare me. I followed orders! I have nothing to do with Mister Yorick’s death!”

“I'm not talking about that.” Damon held the phone, and a glint of cold light flashed in his eyes.

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