Lord Protector Novel

Chapter 315

“Don’t worry. I’ve already asked Samuel not to kill him,” replied Gavin. “You can have your revenge then.”

Franky was overjoyed. “Thanks, Dad.”

Florence chimed in, “I want to teach Evan Schneider a lesson too, Dad. That shameless flea had dared to hit me. I’m going to make him pay.”

Even Gavin became infuriated at the mention of Evan Schneider. “I must have been blind to allow you marry him. In fact, I shouldn’t have continued to support him for this long. Feed a dog too well and it’ll return, biting its owner! Don’t worry. I’m going to make him bankrupt. He’ll have to move out to the streets and plead to be with you again.”

Florence smiled. “Hmph, I should’ve given him a good whack. He’s forgotten about being our little dog ever since he’d gained his fortune.”

Knock, knock, knock!

Someone knocked on the door.

“Come in,” urged Gavin.

His secretary rushed in. “This isn’t good, Mr. Forrest. We’re in trouble.”

Gavin remained calm.

To him, nothing was a big deal as long as the big plan did not fail.

Besides, it was five hundred men against just Zeke; how could they fail?

“What’s going on?” he asked calmly.

“The plan has failed, Mr. Forrest!”

What?

Gavin jumped to his feet. “It’s failed? That’s impossible.”

“We’ve lost contact with all five hundred men involved in the siege. Also, Riverdale’s underground world has already been taken over by three hundred men from Oakheart. We’ve completely lost control over Riverdale.”

What?

WHAT?

Gavin’s eyes began to blur from the shock.

He suddenly trembled, clutching his chest, as he slowly collapsed to the ground.

“No! Call for a doctor immediately! Mr. Forrest is having a heart attack!”

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Zeke Williams headed back to County 324 for his old Santana, in Jonas’ Chevrolet minivan.

The Santana remained where it was. No one had stolen it. C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

The fact that no one stole it despite it being left on a busy road signified just how run-down this Santana was.

Yet, Zeke had no intention of getting it replaced.

It had nothing to do with money. It was because this vehicle had spent the past decade with his wife, braving all sorts of storms together. He cherished this old companion.

Zeke whipped out his phone and dialed Darren Collins’ number.

“Did you bring the tire as I’d asked, Collins?”

Collins laughed sheepishly, “Sorry, Mr. Williams. I was so focused on taking over Riverdale that I forgot about the tire.”

Zeke began to rage at him, “Yet you’re still laughing about it? You’d forgot about my tire, but remembered to take over Riverdale? Can’t you tell which is clearly more important!?”

Darren was beyond puzzled.

Of course, I know what’s more important. It’s Riverdale’s underground world, without a doubt!

Yet, why does the tire seem more important to Mr. Williams?

As expected, Mr. Williams’ thinking is beyond me.

Darren hurriedly apologized, “I’m really sorry, Mr. Williams. It’s all my fault. Don’t worry. I’m coming over to pick you up in a Mercedes. As for the Santana, I’ll have someone fix it and return it to you when it’s done.”

That managed to calm Zeke down. “Okay. Hurry up and meet me at County 324.”

It was not long until a luxurious Mercedes-Benz drove over and stopped in front of the Santana.

With the two vehicles parked beside each other, the Santana appeared increasingly worn out.