Chapter 103 - 102: Visitors at Home Again 1

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After everything was done, Bane Cook waved his hand and one of his employees immediately took out a large hemp bag, hoisting the injured black dog and running off at breakneck speed.

“Bane, you…”

“Don’t overthink it! All this is a trap set by the boss, and I’m just the legman.”

Bane Cook interrupted Ovidiu Cook’s words directly, saying indifferently, “Even the little affair you had with the secretary in the office, the boss knows all about it, clear as day.”

Ignoring Ovidiu Cook’s pale face, he strode away, just as he had come.

“Boss, this…”

Once Bane Cook had left, the secretary who was guarding the door outside walked in trembling.

Seeing the blood and cigarette butts all over the desk, she couldn’t help feeling her scalp tingle.

“You’d better keep your mouth shut, or we both are going to die!” Remembering Bane Cook’s words, Ovidiu Cook felt a chill of fear.

“Hurry up and clean this place up!”

“I’ll call housekeeping…”

“Are you fucking eager for others to find out? If you can’t even handle this bit of work, am I keeping you around just for a punching bag?”

Seeing a rare outburst of anger from Ovidiu Cook, the secretary didn’t dare say more, quickly scurrying to clean the bloodstains.

Gonzalez City Central Hospital, Julius Reed made a return visit.

“Big brother, why have you come back?”

Aron Jackson hastily sat up from the bed, not knowing why his boss had returned.

“That video thing, guess who did it?”

Julius Reed sat on the edge of the bed, picking up a fruit knife and started peeling an apple.

His knife skills were very proficient; the apple peel didn’t break at all.

“Boss, you’re putting me in a tough spot…”

Aron Jackson scratched his head, feeling embarrassed.

He was injured and finding it hard to investigate, plus the matter affected the entire Five-river Province, and those behind it might not be in Gonzalez City.

Once the scope went beyond Gonzalez City, Aron Jackson’s influence would surely be significantly diminished.

“Atlas Leopold.”

Crack!

Julius Reed sliced down, cutting the apple cleanly into two halves. He handed one half to Aron Jackson and bit into the other half himself.

“Am I just naturally the object of jealousy? Someone wants to mess with me for no reason at all?”

He laughed loudly, slowly chewing the apple.

“How could it be him!”

Upon hearing Atlas Leopold’s name, Aron Jackson was also quite surprised.

One of the four young masters of the province capital, how could he act against his own boss? Logically speaking, the two of them had virtually no interaction!

“I remember now!”

Aron Jackson slapped his forehead and exclaimed, “That day at Black-wind

Entertainment, when we caught Sonny Ridge, he was there!”

Atlas Leopold had appeared at Black-wind Entertainment that day and had even spoken on behalf of Julius Reed. How could he start setting up a scheme as soon as he turned around and left?

“Big brother, this way you’ve offended two of the four young masters of the province capital!”

Aron Jackson said a bit gleefully.

“Tell me what you know about Atlas Leopold.”

Julius Reed turned around and asked, tilting his head.

He had lost his memory for the past three years and was not familiar with the matters of the upper class. On the other hand, Aron Jackson had made a name for himself in Gonzalez City and was very familiar with the big shots of Five-river Province.

“Atlas Leopold comes from a good family background; his mother is a famous businesswoman. Out of the four young masters, he is the most calculating one, capable of independent action from a young age, and in these past two years, he has even been cultivating his own power, showing a bit of his father’s flair from the old days.”

Aron Jackson leaned on the hospital bed and shook his head, saying, “Atlas Leopold is not as foolish as Quamaine Potter, he might be a bit more troublesome.”

“High IQ, huh? Then I’ll use his method to destroy him!”

Julius Reed smiled faintly, patting Aron Jackson’s injured leg, “Heal up well, or you might miss the most exciting show.”

After leaving the hospital, he went straight home.

Things were not so calm outside recently; thirteen Shadow Warriors were hurriedly converging here, and although he was not afraid, he couldn’t be too flamboyant.

But as soon as he entered the house, he felt something was off.

“Oh my! Who’s this! Why didn’t you knock on the door!”

A middle-aged woman, carrying a comforter, came up to Julius Reed, looking somewhat displeased, “Who are you? How did you get into my house? Are you a thief?”

As she spoke, she placed the blanket she was holding on the ground and took out her phone to make a call.

“Knox Ridge! Get Burl Radcliffe over here quick, we’ve got a burglar in the house!”

While shouting, she grabbed Julius Reed’s arm as if fearing he would run away.

“What! A burglar in the house!”

Knox Ridge came running out in a panic, but when she saw Julius Reed, she got a bit angry and said, “Big sister, this is Quella Radcliffe’s husband. You’ve scared me to death!”

After saying that, she didn’t forget to mock Julius Reed, “I mean, what’s the use of having a mouth? Can’t you explain yourself? I really don’t get it, what does Quella Radcliffe see in you!”

“It’s okay! It’s all a misunderstanding!”

Emeric Ridge hurriedly picked up the blanket and shouted into the house,

“Atlas Leopold, come here! Your brother-in-law is back!” “I’m playing a game! Don’t bother me!”

An impatient roar of a young man came from the room.

“Whose computer is he using?

Julius Reed’s face darkened.

His own computer contained many confidential files, things that others wouldn’t dare to touch on a normal basis. When there were only two people at home in the past, Quella Radcliffe would never inquire about them, even though Julius Reed had been quite secretive recently, she still wouldn’t ask.

But now, with a bunch of uninvited guests in the house, Julius Reed had forgotten to set a password on his computer.

Before the two women could speak, Julius Reed strode into the room.

His bed was a complete mess, littered with sunflower seed shells and cigarette butts strewn all over the floor.

Next to the computer desk, a young man with headphones on was biting a cigarette, cursing as he played his game.

“Hermione Leocadia, make it fly, goddammit! I can’t even use my ultimate because you’re compressing it. Let me have my fix!” On the computer screen, the young man was playing a game.

“Get up!”

Julius Reed’s face darkened, and he slapped his hand onto the young man’s shoulder.

“Fuck off! ”

The boy, engrossed in his game, yelled impatiently, shouting, “Malphite, where the hell is your ultimate…”

“Get up!”

Seeing the young man’s attitude, Julius Reed grabbed his clothes with one hand and hoisted him straight off the chair.

“Fuck, you motherf…”

Thud!

Julius Reed threw him on the ground as if discarding trash.

“Shit! You dare mess with me!”

The young man took off his headphones, furious and ready to confront Julius Reed.

“Federico Yarrow, that’s your sister’s husband!”

Emeric Ridge, who had followed, hurriedly held back her own son, her face clearly not pleased, “What are you competing with a kid for! A grown man like you, is that all you’re capable of!”

“Him? My brother-in-law who’s a kept man? Trash!” Federico Yarrow snorted coldly, his face full of contempt.

Slap!

At that moment, Quella Radcliffe appeared out of nowhere and slapped Federico Yarrow on the face.

“Say that again!”

She stood there with a stern face, her voice extremely cold.

During the short time she went out to buy groceries, her family had started a quarrel.

Originally, Quella Radcliffe was against her aunt moving in, but Burl Radcliffe simply drove over and picked them up, and she couldn’t just kick them out.

Before leaving, she had repeatedly admonished these people not to go into Julius Reed’s room, but they wouldn’t listen, and now they had made a mess of the house.

“Sis, this pretty boy…” Slap!

“Say that again!”

Quella Radcliffe was so angry that she was shaking.

“What are you doing!”

At this moment, Knox Ridge pushed Quella Radcliffe onto the bed and raised her hand as if to slap her.