Chapter 126: Chapter 126

Chapter 126:

Anyone capable of producing two hundred million in cash at a casino and cornering his beloved son definitely had strong support. To handle her, Maurice realized he needed assistance from Mechuique.

“Any updates from Uwhor? Who are they sending over?” Maurice asked. Maurice, fearing Luisa’s wrath over Shipley’s condition, had spent the night by Shipley’s hospital bedside.

His stubbled face aged him, and his voice was rough, like a saw cutting through wood.

The assistant replied, “They’ve confirmed that someone will come over within three days, at your command by then.”

Maurice was relieved by this. Then, as if a thought struck him, his forehead veins throbbed as he asked, “Did you find out who’s backing the Tartarus Club?”

“Yes, it’s Rhys, the only heir to the Green family.”

Maurice narrowed his eyes.

“Rhys?”

This put Maurice at ease. It was common knowledge that Rhys was never one to be swayed easily.

He surmised the Tartarus Club’s rejection last night was solely due to the rules, a decision emboldened by the protection of the Green family.

As long as the Tartarus Club remained outside that woman’s influence, seeking justice for his son would be much simpler.

Just then, Shipley awoke from his prolonged unconsciousness. Seeing his son awake, Maurice was so overwhelmed that he was almost at a loss for words.

“Shipley, the doctor advised you to rest a bit.

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Continue to lie down.”

Shipley looked at him fiercely and said, “Dad, have you found that woman? And Ritchie! I want them to pay!”

Maurice gave his shoulder a reassuring pat.

“Don’t worry. I’m on it. Once you’re better, you’ll have your chance to crush them.”

Before his assistant had arrived, Maurice had already called the police chief to ensure Ritchie would be charged and detained.

He would not waste any resources.

After all, his old village friend had held the police chief role for years with his backing.

A wicked grin spread across Shipley’s face.

“Excellent.

He could finally get his revenge on that woman!”

Harlee stayed at Ritchie’s hideout until the next afternoon before heading back to the Sanderson family’s residence.

Harlee encountered Etta and, with a biting tone, said, “Oh, why aren’t you sweet-talking Fletcher today? Has the cat got your tongue?”

“You!” Etta clenched her teeth in anger.

“You really went and complained to Brenton. When Fletcher gets back, he’s not going to let this slide.”

“Oh, whatever,” Harlee shrugged. Whether Fletcher came back at all would depend on her mood. Last night, after Brenton was informed of Fletcher’s blunders, he had Fletcher transferred to the smallest company within the Sanderson portfolio, demanding that Fletcher generate a ten million profit before he could return.

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