Awakening the War God

Chapter 108 Outside the Window

Chapter 108 Outside the Window

Not long after, Gabriel Edwards left the Stellar Estate.

He went to the hospital and met Thomas Taylor.

As soon as Gabriel entered the ward, he saw Thomas Taylor with an IV drip, his left hand holding a dumbbell.

He was lifting it up and down, exercising his arm strength.

His body was wrapped in bandages, yet he was still restless.

It seemed that this guy had found joy in martial training.

"Not bad, you're working hard, my Taylor clan head !"

Gabriel Edwards joked and sat down by the bed after entering.

Seeing Gabriel, Thomas Taylor became excited.

Ignoring the IV drip, he put down the dumbbell and jumped off the bed.

"Mr. Gabriel!"

Although Thomas was injured and looked quite disheveled, his face was filled with an excited smile.

Subconsciously, he raised his right hand, wanting to touch his head.

He paused when he felt the tug of the IV line, realizing he still had the drip attached.

So he chuckled sheepishly.

Gabriel nodded, sizing up Thomas Taylor.

He had injuries in more than ten places, especially his right hand, which was mostly wrapped in bandages due to burns.

Gabriel recalled Leon's description.

Falling and getting injured time and time again, but Thomas always got up with determination.

Covered in blood, he looked less than human.

Relying solely on his willpower, he secured the position of clan head.

"You did well this time, proving I didn't misjudge you! From now on, you're the Boss of the Silverwood Clan of Ghostly Purgatory Hall, and the clan head! But seeing your excitement, you seem a bit complacent! I must remind you, with me, this is just a small scene. There's a bigger world out there for you to explore!" Gabriel encouraged Thomas.

He genuinely liked this bald guy and needed someone to handle the trivial matters.

Now, Thomas Taylor seemed to be the best choice.

Promoting Thomas to be the clan head this time was also Gabriel's final test for him.

Indeed, the test results were definitely satisfactory.

In the future, the Silverwood might be handed over to Thomas Taylor to manage.

"Mr. Gabriel, please rest assured, I, Thomas Taylor, will never be complacent just because of a clan Boss. In the future, I also want to become a significant figure!"

Thomas Taylor's eyes were filled with aspirations for the future, and also, immense respect and gratitude for Gabriel Edwards.

Without Gabriel, he wouldn't have had the qualifications to sit in this position.

"Good, a man should have ambitions! Now, recover from your injuries. Once you're healed, the club will open. Oh, I'll give you a small task then. Eliminate the Dragon-slaying Association for me! I want you to unify the entire Underground World of Silverwood!"

After saying this, Gabriel stood up and left the ward.

Watching Gabriel Edwards's departing figure, Thomas Taylor was overwhelmed with emotion.

Switching to his left hand, he touched his head.

"The Boss of the entire Silverwood Underground World!"

He murmured to himself, his eyes filled with excitement and joy...

After leaving the hospital, Gabriel sent a location message to Stella Turner.

The location wasn't a hotel.

It was the club that Thomas Taylor was renovating.

The room in his office on the ninth floor was no worse than a hotel suite.

There was no need to waste money.

Back at the club, Gabriel sat in the boss's chair in his office.

With feet propping up on the desk, he puffed on a Liggett Select cigarette.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

With a "creak", someone suddenly pushed open the door.

Gabriel Edwards looked up, his eyes widening in surprise.

Stella Turner had gone out and surprisingly changed her outfit.

She wore a black hollowed-out camisole, vaguely covering her perky chest.

Yet, it faintly revealed a hint of a dreamy purplish-red hue.

Her petite leather shorts were short, outlining a perfect curve.

On two straight, long legs, stockings covered up to the mid-thigh.

Lastly, four slender ribbons enticingly darted into an enchanting abyss.

Sharp black high heels made Stella Turner appear even taller and more enchanting.

Her long hair draped over her shoulders, and she looked down shyly.

Her foxy, narrow eyes occasionally lifted to glance at Gabriel Edwards.

Every time she looked, she subconsciously bit her pink lips.

She displayed the seductive charm of a woman to its fullest.

"Uh..." Gabriel felt his throat go dry, chuckled, and said, "Come in. Why are you dressed like this? Trying to kill me?"

Stella was a bit coy, her high heels clicking.

She walked into the office, looking around.

The decor was quite interesting.

But Gabriel Edwards, the boss, didn't look like one at all.

Gabriel put out his cigarette, opened the window, and casually said, "If you like it, this place will be yours in the future. You'll be the boss here."

Stella Turner was taken aback.

She never expected Gabriel to say something like that.

Whether he was joking or not, she immediately refused, "This is your place, and it has nothing to do with me."

Owing Gabriel 1.1 million last time became a burden on her heart.

And today, she would owe Gabriel something even more important.

So, even if Gabriel's kindness was a joke, she couldn't bear it.

"You misunderstood!" Gabriel coughed to relieve his dry throat and said, "I noticed you managed the Revolving Restaurant well. After this place opens, I'm worried that Thomas Taylor, being the rough guy he is, won't be able to manage and operate it well. So, I think of inviting you to manage this club on my behalf. The salary is high, 350,000 dollars a year. How about it?"

This was something he genuinely wanted Stella's help.

As he said, Thomas Taylor was a rough guy. He might be good with gang matters, but definitely not reliable in business.

So, he needed a good manager to oversee and run the club.

In his view, Stella Turner had the capability.

Stella hesitated a bit.

It wasn't the high salary that attracted her, but the opportunity to repay Gabriel's favor.

She nodded, "Alright, I'll work for you for free for four years, considering it as repaying that 1.1 million."

After saying that, she felt a tightness in her heart.

She suddenly remembered that Joseph Moore and Michael Davis wanted to use her to assassinate Gabriel.

If Gabriel died, all this would be meaningless.

Thinking of this, she dared not look at Gabriel, her heart struggling and in pain.

"You still remember that 1.1 million?" Gabriel Edwards said with a wry smile, "That was all won through bluffing. I've long forgotten about it. You didn't even write an IOU, so you don't need to worry about it. After all, I have no evidence that you owe me money. Even if we went to court, you'd be innocent."

Stella Turner insisted, "You might not want it, but I have to give it. If you want me to work here, you must agree to my condition of repaying the 1.1 million."

Gabriel turned around and he noticed the determined look in Stella Turner's foxy eyes.

He understood Stella's thoughts and sighed, "Alright, as you wish."

After discussing the matter, Gabriel Edwards stood by the window.

He watched the constant flow of traffic on the road, motionless and silent.

Stella Turner felt a bit awkward.

She didn't know what to say or do.

In a daze, she unexpectedly moved next to Gabriel.

She also looked out the window.

On the road, a middle-aged man was holding the hand of his five or six-year-old daughter.

The daughter walked joyfully, her left hand holding a small ice cream cone.

Her petite ponytail bounced with each step she took.

Such a simple scene, yet to Stella Turner, it was incredibly heartwarming.

The corners of her mouth lifted, and she smiled knowingly.

"Did you see your younger sister?"

At that moment, Gabriel Edwards suddenly spoke.

His question made Stella Turner's heart skip a beat.

She turned to look at Gabriel and found his eyes to be very deep.

Unlike his usual roguishness, it was warm.

In an instant, her face blushed involuntarily, just like last night, when she saw the gentlemanly side of Gabriel Edwards after he got drunk...