Chapter 995

Levi burst out laughing upon hearing their solemn advice and desperate pleas.

In front of him, the butler and the other servants exchanged startled looks in complete silence.

They knew Levi was mocking them. Before long, Edward finally spoke up, “Master Levi, are you doubting what I just told you? I’m dead serious. If you let us go, we’ll guarantee your glorious return, and your mother will regain her status. The Garrison clan will never let go of someone as powerful as you are!”

“I’m not doubting you—I just find your stupidity amusing. I’ve never taken the Garrison clan seriously, so why would I covet a place in the family? Also, I don’t know where you got the idea from, but my mother couldn’t care less about the Garrison clan. Marrying Tyrone Garrison? Who does he think he is? He doesn’t deserve my mother—the entire Garrison family doesn’t deserve her!”

Levi’s voice bellowed in the spacious warehouse as he recalled the shame and pain he and his mother had gone through all those years.

Edward and the others shook their heads in disbelief when they heard what he had to say.

Did you just say Tyrone Garrison doesn’t deserve Emma Jones?

The Garrison family is the most prestigious family in all of Erudia. You should be thankful you have Garrison blood in your veins! This noble bloodline carries thousands of years of an ancient legacy.

The Garrison family doesn’t deserve Emma Jones? Who is she?

She’s from a mere royal family in South Hampton!

She’s nothing compared to the Garrison family! She’s despicable in our eyes!

She’s the one who is not worthy of the Garrison family!

You must have lost your mind to say something this ridiculous!

But just as they thought that that was all he had to say, Levi let off a scoff and continued dispassionately. “You said this is an opportunity for me to give my mother a better life? It’s exactly because I want a better life for her that I won’t allow the Garrison clan to ever come near her again. The family doesn’t deserve her, and neither does Tyrone Garrison.”

Opposite him, Edward’s jaw dropped at Levi’s impudence. The others frowned and squinted their eyes, appalled by how the latter had butchered the family’s honor.

Geez, I can’t believe you have no regard for the Garrison family.

Yes, you’re indeed much more powerful now, but your accomplishments amount to nothing compared to the family!

Who do you think you are? Your position in the family is only slightly higher than a mere butler; you’re in no way close to the important figures in the family!

So don’t even dream about comparing yourself to the entire Garrison family!

Edward’s patience was wearing thin under Levi’s constant bashing. “Don’t be too arrogant. You’ll regret it when you see a glimpse of what the Garrison family can actually do!”

“Ha! I can’t wait to see that!” Levi ridiculed.

Edward’s glare intensified, and his blood boiled as he faced the haughty man.

He could not wait to let him experience what the Garrison family was capable of.

“Master Levi, I dare you to let me go. I’ll show you what the Garrison family can do! You will regret not joining us when we extend an olive branch!” the butler challenged.

“Well, I don’t mind sparing your worthless life. I only need you to bring Tyrone and the others a message—they won’t even have a chance to regret not killing me when I eventually set foot near the Garrison family.”

A confident smile broke across Levi’s face as he drilled his gaze into Edward’s fierce glare; the butler did not shun his stare.

“I’ll make sure your insolent remarks reach their ear. It’s time you start counting down to your death!”

Zap!

Crack!

Ow!

Edward’s smirk disappeared as his face contorted in pain. Levi had pushed him to the ground and broken all of his limbs.

Before the other servants could react, they were also pinned to the ground.

Agonizing shrieks echoed through the warehouse as the servants groaned in unbearable pain.

“I’ll let you all go, but everyone will have to crawl back!” Levi sneered as he looked at the bunch of crippled servants who were now wallowing in a pool of their own blood.

It would be difficult for them to crawl their way back judging from their injury—but they did not have to—because the servants were all thrown out of South Hampton like stray dogs at the end of the day.

As Edward struggled to move, his phone rang, and a clear voice came through. “Is he gone?” Damien demanded.

“Mr. Damien, we’re good as dead. Levi is not as useless as we thought he was!” the butler replied, his voice almost breaking in tears.

“What? That bastard was able to do something to you lot?” Damien questioned, his tone betraying his disbelief.