FakeNovelChapter 1839 The black luxury car sped out of Goldridge City and finally cto a stop in front of a secluded villa on the southern bank of the Moonveil River.
Scarlett pulled her fur coat tighter around her shoulders and stepped out slowly. In front of the villa, rings of black-suited bodyguards stood layered in formation, and every single one had bulging temples and the aura of a trained killer.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtEven Andrew would have thought twice before charging into that kind of formation.
"Ms. Driscoll, this way please," said a man at the entrance, his sleeve tied with a red ribbon. "Mr. Fischer and the other heads of house are already inside." Scarlett nodded in acknowledgment. The red ribbon was a long-standing emblem of the Fischer family's elite guard.
Inside the first-floor hall, Scarlett entered to find over a dozen individuals already seated in silence. The hall was completely quiet with no one speaking, and the atmosphere was somewhat oppressive.
By the floor-to-ceiling windows, Henry stood with his hands in his pockets, gazing at the scenery outside. He slowly turned around and nodded to Scarlett. "Have a seat. Let's get down to business." Facing Henry, Scarlett did not dare put on airs and said obediently, "I'll follow your lead completely, Mr. Fischer!" Henry sat in the chair by the fireplace, crossed his legs, and said calmly, "Though I'm of the sgeneration as Mr. Driscoll Senior, the Fischer family has many brothers. I'm actually only three years older than you, Ms. Driscoll, so you don't need to be so formal." Scarlett took her seat and asked, "So, Mr. Fischer... Are we really doing it tonight?" Henry waved his hand. "No need to wait for tomorrow. We will act tonight." Scarlett's eyes widened. "Tonight?" The others in the room turned sharply toward Henry in surprise. Among them were martial kings and heads of families even more powerful than the Yeagers.
One elderly man in a pristine suit and polished cane tapped his foot heavily and spoke with weight. "Mr. Fischer, changing the plan at the last minute violates every principle of military strategy. We're talking about a coordinated strike on Jerome, and this isn't a joke." Another raspy and sharp voice cfrom an old woman with narrow eyes that seemed half-shut. "Mr. Henry, we all agreed the operation would begin tomorrow. Jerused up a great deal of strength in his duel with Alvaro. It'll take at least three months for him to recover fully." She continued, "And after the ambush we arranged during his celebration. banquet, his condition has worsened. But don't make the mistake of thinking he's sfamb waiting for slaughter. Even wounded, his martial prowess is terrifying. Charging in recklessly would only get us all killed." Scarlett, usually arrogant, nodded in agreement. "Mr. Fischer, I think they make a valid point. Jerhas held the Southern Martial Union's top seat for over two decades. Even injured, he's still not to be underestimated." Henry's face turned cold. "Everyone, stay calm. If I moved the plan up, it's because I've secured a better path forward. Jerome's right-hand man, Alex Wallace, is already mine." The entire room shifted, and a flicker of shock crossed their faces.
Scarlett stared. "Alex? You bought him off?" Henry snorted. "Alex has no integrity or principles. He's the type to skim profits even off a basic outer disciple trial. Someone like that? Buying him was laughably easy." The old man with the cane shook his head. "That's not enough. Not by a
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmlong shot, Alex alone can't shake Jerome's foundation. If we want to bring him down, we need to strike e where it matters: his body. The only way to win is to cripple his terrifying combat ability. Bribes and turncoats won't cut it."
Henry smiled faintly. "You're right, Mr.
Buckner. A low-level pawn like Alex can't shake Jerome's foundation! Jerin rome's JerHimself is the mountain we must climb. That's why I've already secured someone better: his adopted son, Eric Humphrey." This time, no one objected.
Scarlett laughed out loud. "Mr.
Fischer, for the sake of being the next union leader, you really are using every trick in the book!"
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