FakeNovelChapter 1288: "Hey, girl," one of them sneered, his voice dripping with amusement. "Do you even know whose turf this is? Cheating at a place like this-are you looking for trouble?" "Quit stalling," another grunted. “I know exactly how to deal with women like her.” They were determined to get something out of her tonight.
Meanwhile, in the adjacent room, Jonathan leaned back in his chair, his long legs propped lazily on the edge of his desk. The casual posture did little to diminish the authority he exuded—an unshakable arrogance woven into his very presence.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Nate," he drawled, his tone edged with danger. "Are you tired of living? You waltz into my territory like you own the place. Reckless. Fearless. Insane." The audacity of this man. No backup, no caution. Did Nate truly believe he would let him walk out unscathed? Seated across from him, Nate lifted his gaze, cool and unwavering. "I am here to discuss business." Jonathan's eyes narrowed, amusement flickering beneath his sharp scrutiny.
"Business, you say?" The tension in the room thickened.
For years, they had been bitter adversaries, their enmity leaving no room for friendship.
If there was any bond between them, it was their shared determination to see the other fall.
Yet Jonathan had dealt with Nate enough to know-the man was impossible to decipher.
Nate's gaze swept over him with practiced ease before he spoke, his tone measured. "I want you to take over Claude's territory." Jonathan's pupils narrowed.
He did not react immediately. Instead, he lifted a hand to his chin, absently toying with the ring on his index finger as he weighed the words.
The room remained eerily quiet, save for Nate's deep, unhurried voice. "There cannot be two leaders in one territory. You understand this better than anyone. Claude has been expanding his forces in Lyhaton. Eventually, you two will clash-it is only a matter of time." The message was crystal clear. Whether sooner or later, a confrontation between Jonathan and Claude was inevitable.
A slow, almost amused chuckle escaped Jonathan's lips. His eyes, cold and sharp as glass, gleamed with dark amusement. "You really are ruthless. Trying to maneuverlike a chess piece on your board." Nate remained unfazed. “If you take the risk, I will ensure you are well compensated."
Jonathan arched a brow, his interest piqued. "Go on, then. If I help you take Claude down, what do I get in return?"
He had already heard the whispers about Claude's underhandedO M schemes against the Ford family.
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