Chapter 315
Lord Protector Novel
âDonât worry. Iâve already asked Samuel not to kill him,â replied Gavin. âYou can have your revenge then.â
Franky was overjoyed. âThanks, Dad.â
Florence chimed in, âI want to teach Evan Schneider a lesson too, Dad. That shameless flea had dared to hit me. Iâm going to make him pay.â
Even Gavin became infuriated at the mention of Evan Schneider. âI must have been blind to allow you marry him. In fact, I shouldnât have continued to support him for this long. Feed a dog too well and itâll return, biting its owner! Donât worry. Iâm going to make him bankrupt. Heâll have to move out to the streets and plead to be with you again.â
Florence smiled. âHmph, I shouldâve given him a good whack. Heâs forgotten about being our little dog ever since heâd gained his fortune.â
Knock, knock, knock!
Someone knocked on the door.
âCome in,â urged Gavin.
His secretary rushed in. âThis isnât good, Mr. Forrest. Weâre in trouble.â
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?
âWhatâs going on?â he asked calmly.
âThe plan has failed, Mr. Forrest!â
What?
Gavin jumped to his feet. âItâs failed? Thatâs impossible.â
âWeâve lost contact with all five hundred men involved in the siege. Also, Riverdaleâs underground world has already been taken over by three hundred men from Oakheart. Weâve completely lost control over Riverdale.â
What?
WHAT?
Gavinâs eyes began to blur from the shock.
He suddenly trembled, clutching his chest, as he slowly collapsed to the ground.
âNo! Call for a doctor immediately! Mr. Forrest is having a heart attack!â
...
Zeke Williams headed back to County 324 for his old Santana, in Jonasâ Chevrolet minivan.
The Santana remained where it was. No one had stolen it.
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 Collinsâ number.
âDid you bring the tire as Iâd asked, Collins?â
Collins laughed sheepishly, âSorry, Mr. Williams. I was so focused on taking over Riverdale that I forgot about the tire.â
Zeke began to rage at him, âYet youâre still laughing about it? Youâd forgot about my tire, but remembered to take over Riverdale? Canât you tell which is clearly more important!?â
Darren was beyond puzzled.
Of course, I know whatâs more important. Itâs Riverdaleâs underground world, without a doubt!
Yet, why does the tire seem more important to Mr. Williams?
As expected, Mr. Williamsâ thinking is beyond me.
Darren hurriedly apologized, âIâm really sorry, Mr. Williams. Itâs all my fault. Donât worry. Iâm coming over to pick you up in a Mercedes. As for the Santana, Iâll have someone fix it and return it to you when itâs done.â
That managed to calm Zeke down. âOkay. Hurry up and meet me at County 324.â
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.