Chapter 451 - 451 Three Hands_1

As the saying goes, every bully meets a bigger bully, and Knox Ridge, who had been utterly arrogant before, promptly returned the several hundred thousand yuan she took from Bran Cook after meeting these people.

Of course, the money never made it back into Bran Cook’s hands.

When Little Yellow Hair and his people were heading out, the card with no password was directly intercepted by Julius Reed.

Bran Cook’s money was there for the taking, after all.

Amid Knox Ridge’s curses, the two of them drove back to the city and into the mansion.

It was a false alarm.

The Gonzalez City Business Alliance will be officially established tomorrow, and as the group’s general manager, Quella Radcliffe will assist Itai Huntington in handling the alliance’s affairs.

Bran Cook certainly won’t take it lying down, so this first day will be the real test for Quella Radcliffe, as it’s just beginning.

“You and that widow…”

Sitting in the car, Quella Radcliffe started to speak, then stopped.

“Honey, I swear to heaven, there’s really nothing between me and Itai Huntington. It’s just that now, as the chairman of the business alliance and you being the general manager, I have to ask her to take good care of you.”

Julius Reed was driving with one hand and swearing to the sky with the other.

This damn widow, now she’s really done me in.

“Why are you so agitated!”

Quella Radcliffe looked at Julius Reed with a strange gaze, squinting her eyes and asked, “Could it be that I hit the nail on the head, and you’re afraid?”

“No!”

Julius Reed confidently replied, “Even if you kill me, I won’t submit, because my heart belongs only to you.”

“Pah! Stay away from that woman in the future.”

Quella Radcliffe whispered.

Clearly, she was jealous.

But afraid that Julius Reed would notice, she quickly explained, “That woman is too scheming, and did she not help you deal with Zane Percival today?”

“Yeah. You could say she helped, Zane Percival needed to be put in his place, the heavens will take care of the despicable.”

Julius Reed nodded.

The reason he humiliated Zane Percival so thoroughly was that the man dared to insult his wife.

The dragon’s reverse scales must not be touched!

“Be careful, those people won’t just let this go.”

Quella Radcliffe had a hint of worry.

With the New Year approaching, would it be peaceful before then?

She didn’t know.

As soon as the day broke the next morning, Quella Radcliffe drove to Bran Cook’s private club.

Despite failing to be elected as chairman and general manager, he still had to offer up his club for everyone’s temporary use.

There was nothing more suffocating than this.

But Bran Cook decided to endure it, no matter what, he was still the representative of the Cook Family, responsible for attending the business alliance meeting.

Moreover, many merchants wanted him to rise to power; Bran Cook still had quite a bit of say.

After all, to maintain such a loose alliance, the majority needed to be satisfied, or it might dissolve at any time.

Quella Radcliffe really wanted to ask Julius Reed why he chose her as the general manager.

But thinking about the attitude of the Willson Group, she knew it was Julius Reed’s doing.

So she concluded that Julius Reed must have made some deal with Itai Huntington, or else Bran Cook wouldn’t have been so utterly defeated.

Telling Julius Reed to stay away from Itai Huntington was partly because she genuinely felt Itai Huntington was dangerous.

And on the other hand, although she was reluctant to admit it.

She was jealous.

Julius Reed didn’t follow along; if Quella Radcliffe wanted to stand on her own, she needed to grow.

And growth required a whetstone.

He would only help when absolutely necessary.

Julius Reed slept lazily until noon, not getting up until twelve o’clock.

Anna Harris left with Quella Radcliffe to find Sergei Harris.

After all, a man and a woman alone in a villa wasn’t ideal.

After picking up his phone, Julius Reed found more than a dozen missed calls.

Unknown numbers.

There was another text message.

[Mr. Reed, I have an important matter to discuss with you, if convenient, please call me back.]

The content of the text message was simple, and the number was registered in the capital.

This person was about to make their move.

Jennifer Lopez.

Zane Percival’s mother from the capital.

“It’s really quite impressive that they were able to track down my phone number.”

Julius Reed chuckled and shook his head as he tossed the phone aside, walking out in his vest to the balcony on the third floor.

Cosmo had already followed Quella Radcliffe to Bran Cook’s private club; now, only the people from Willson Pavilion were left in the villa.

Just then, the phone rang again.

Julius Reed turned around and saw it was Aron Jackson calling.

“Boss, Stacy Cook has made another move! A group has arrived in Five-river Province, seems like they’re from the Ridge Family!”

Aron Jackson said hurriedly over the phone.

The Ridge Family, Truman Ridge.

As Julius Reed’s spokesperson in Gonzalez City, Aron Jackson was aware of this family.

After completely taking control of Gonzalez City, Aron’s people had infiltrated the docks, the airport, and even the public road transport.

Even the deeply hidden Ridge Family couldn’t escape Aron’s surveillance.

“The Ridge Family? Does Stacy Cook have a connection with the Ridge Family?”

This was a surprise to Julius Reed.

The men from Wolf Cavalry hadn’t returned yet, and Stacy Cook’s background remained a mystery.

First ties with the art alliance, then the Wolf Cavalry, and now the Ridge Family, it seemed Stacy Cook’s comeback was no coincidence.

And behind Stacy Cook, Ivan Reed probably had connections with the mysterious woman.

Otherwise, how could Stacy Cook manage to enlist the Wolf Cavalry?n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

They were his own elite guards, after all!

“Also, something odd has happened. Skyfire seems to have suffered a destructive hit, was it you who arranged it? I’ve received news that Europe is quite furious and ready to send reinforcements at any moment.”

After finishing, Aron Jackson seemed to suddenly remember something and immediately continued, “Among the people brought by the Ridge Family, there is a monster with three hands!”

“Three hands?”

Julius Reed thought for a moment, then instructed, “Send me their whereabouts; we absolutely cannot let them reach Five-river Province. And regarding Skyfire, I haven’t taken any action. From what you’ve told me, it seems like this incident is related to the person with three hands. It would be best if you could get a photo.”

The sudden destructive blow to Skyfire clearly wasn’t the handiwork of that woman.

Her current strategy was to unite everything, targeting only him.

To start by crippling Skyfire provided no benefits to the newly established Boulevard League.

“We actually got one! My people caught this freak on a highway camera, I’ll send it to you now.”

After speaking, Aron Jackson hung up the call.

Ding dong!

A notification sounded, and a picture was sent to Julius Reed’s phone.

After viewing the photo, Julius Reed made a call.

“Hello! Didn’t I tell you, if your child is sick take him to the doctor, why are you calling me!”

A torrent of cursing came through the phone, followed by diminishing background noise.

Obviously, the person was in a public place and had now left.

“Mr. Reed, I am currently at the Leopold Family villa, to avoid arousing suspicion, I had to behave as such.”

About ten seconds later, Bridger Davenport’s voice came through the phone.

“Skyfire…”

“Skyfire was struck by a devastating blow last night, the Saint Heir was injured, and many were lost. I just found out, now the wealthy in Five-river Province are discussing what to do next.”

Bridger whispered back.

“Who did it?”

Julius Reed asked again.

“One man, but with three hands.”

Bridger’s voice carried a sense of fear as he spoke that sentence.