Chapter 1047
The Secretly Rich Man
Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 1047
Sensing the immense murderous intent from the Moldell subordinatesâwho were already starting to take actionâDylan felt his expression change drastically.
All this time, he had been extremely reluctant to have any forms of contact with secret societies unless he was absolutely forced to. After all, for all he knew, secret societies were usually both unruly and overbearing.
In the end, he did so in order to find out more about the Sun League. Unfortunately, all his worries were now presenting themselves before his very eyes.
He remembered, at that moment, that his father had once told him that the Crawford family would always face the risk of getting exterminated. Was what his father had said finally going to happen today?
Were they going to meet their end being slaughtered by the Moldell familyâs people? The thought of it alone made Dylan gulp slightly.
It was at that moment when a loud and rather wild-sounding voice shouted, âIâd like to see for myself who dares to even harm the people of the Crawford family!â
The commanding voice was so loud that any surrounding glass ended up shattering!
As a gale of wind blew across the hall, the Moldell familyâs subordinatesâwho had initially been prepared to slaughter any Crawford they could get their hands onâimmediately held on to their heads.
Each of them felt like their heads were about to explode, and within seconds, most of them vomited blood before dying on the spot!
Seeing that, Kort frowned but he didnât make a move.
Seconds later, a massive group of mysterious-looking people donning black robes swiftly made their way into the large hall, surrounding Kort and his few remaining subordinates.
There were at least a thousand of them, and as Kort looked at them with doubtful eyes, he coldly shouted, âIâve no idea which force you belong to. However, know that Iâve come here today to settle a bloody debt with the Crawford family. You better not meddle in this!â
âEven if I were to meddle, itâs not like you could stop me. Youâre just another trivial person to be dealt with, after all,â said an old man as he strode into the hall.
The moment he said that, the people donning black robes immediately knelt in line, forming a pathway in the middle as they shouted in unison, âLord!â
ââ¦Hmmâ¦?â said Kort as he furrowed his brows while staring at the old man.
âI believe weâve never met before, no? Since youâre still planning on meddling even after Iâve said that I have a bloody grudge to settle with the Crawfords, pray tell what your relationship with them is, sir,â
added Kort.
Before anyone else could say a thing, Dylan, who had earlier been momentarily left stupefied, muttered, ââ¦Dad?â
True enough, the person currently walking toward him was his father who had disappeared for a few decades by now. After not meeting for so long, Dylan felt himself getting slightly agitated.
ââ¦Grandpa?â said Jessica next.
Jessica had never met Daryl before, and if anything, she was quite astonished to learn that he was even still alive!
âI assume that this is my granddaughter, Jessica. Am I correct, Dylan?â said Daryl as he stood before Jessica and gently held onto her hand, his face full of adoration for her.
âShe⦠Yes, she is⦠Regardless, where have you been all these years, dad?â replied Dylan who was still utterly shocked.
âIâll tell you all about it once I get rid of these scoundrels!â sneered Daryl as he turned back to look at Kort.
âSo it appears that youâre Daryl! The master of the Crawford family who went missing a few decades ago! I see, I see! Well thatâs just perfect that youâve finally decided to show yourself again today! Iâll slaughter you along with the rest of the Crawfords! That way, truly zero of the Crawfords will continue to exist!â replied Kort with a frigid laugh.
âHah! You plan to slaughter all of us? Iâm afraid that even Christopher Moldell wouldnât talk so arrogantly before me!â said Daryl as he rested both his hands behind his back while smiling coldly.
ââ¦What did you say?â