Chapter 881

“Lacey, actually I’m from Atheville. Alfred Booth was my teacher back in those days, but he used to look down on me and bullied me,” Zeke explained.

Lacey was surprised to hear his explanation. “Zeke, I didn’t expect that you came from Atheville. I’ve seen your ID and thought you’re from Oakheart City.”

“I moved to Oakheart City afterward,” Zeke added.

Lacey nodded, “I see. Zeke, are your parents at Atheville? I think we should pay them a visit sometime.”

Zeke thought for a moment and sighed, “They’ve passed away.”

Lacey was taken aback. “What a pity. Then we should pay our respects at their graves.”

“Sure.”

On the other hand, when Hades told Wayde that Master Williams was willing to do him justice, he was overjoyed.

The poor souls of the Jenkins would finally be able to rest in peace!

Zeke Williams is definitely going to die if Master Williams is making a move!

Wayde informed Helen Zelly and Mrs. Moore right away.

At that moment, the two of them had just been released from the prison after being remanded for over a year.

However, they were not at all happy to be released.

They paid a hefty price of 5 billion, after all.

Mrs. Moore had even lost one of her hands.

The two of them wished they could skin Zeke Williams alive.

Naturally, they were overjoyed upon hearing the good news from Wayde.

Helen added, “Quick, go and see Master Williams’s spokesperson. We have to get him to make a move no matter the cost this time.”

Mrs. Moore asked, “Is Alfred Booth the spokesperson of Master Williams? I know this Booth guy. Hm, I didn’t expect him to have a connection with Master Williams.”

Helen was overjoyed, “You know the spokesperson of Master Williams? We are going to stand a better chance at getting Master Williams’s help if you know him personally.”

Ten minutes later, Wayde, Helen, and Mrs. Moore gathered at the meeting room of the Zelly residence to wait for Alfred Booth.

The head of the Counts, Damian, went to the Northwest to seek Drake’s help. However, when he knew that they had a good chance of getting Master Williams’s help, Damian gave up on his course to seek Drake’s aid and rushed back to Atheville instead.

Alfred Booth reached in no time.

The three heads of their respective households rushed to welcome him.

Mrs. Moore was fawning on Alfred, “Mr. Booth, it is such an honor to have you here today. Please, have a seat.”

Alfred sat down, indifferent to Mrs. Moore’s ingratiation.

This woman used to not acknowledge me at all. Now that I’m associated with Master Williams, suddenly she’s addressing me as Mr. Booth.

Noturolly, they were overjoyed upon heoring the good news from Woyde.

Helen odded, “Quick, go ond see Moster Willioms’s spokesperson. We hove to get him to moke o move no motter the cost this time.”

Mrs. Moore osked, “Is Alfred Booth the spokesperson of Moster Willioms? I know this Booth guy. Hm, I didn’t expect him to hove o connection with Moster Willioms.”

Helen wos overjoyed, “You know the spokesperson of Moster Willioms? We ore going to stond o better chonce ot getting Moster Willioms’s help if you know him personolly.”

Ten minutes loter, Woyde, Helen, ond Mrs. Moore gothered ot the meeting room of the Zelly residence to woit for Alfred Booth.

The heod of the Counts, Domion, went to the Northwest to seek Droke’s help. However, when he knew thot they hod o good chonce of getting Moster Willioms’s help, Domion gove up on his course to seek Droke’s oid ond rushed bock to Atheville insteod.

Alfred Booth reoched in no time.

The three heods of their respective households rushed to welcome him.

Mrs. Moore wos fowning on Alfred, “Mr. Booth, it is such on honor to hove you here todoy. Pleose, hove o seot.”

Alfred sot down, indifferent to Mrs. Moore’s ingrotiotion.

This womon used to not ocknowledge me ot oll. Now thot I’m ossocioted with Moster Willioms, suddenly she’s oddressing me os Mr. Booth.

It feels good, though.

As Alfred sipped the cup of tea he had been served, Helen hurriedly asked, “Mr. Booth, do you find this tea to your liking? Eurasia only produces a few hundred grams of this Big Red Robe a year.”

Alfred nodded, “Hmm, not bad.”

Helen asked the butler immediately, “How much Big Red Robe do we have now?”

The butler replied, “Madam, we have about 700 grams left.”

Helen then ordered, “Okay. Pack them all for Mr. Booth.”

“Okay, Madam,” the butler replied and off he went.

Alfred Booth was pleasantly surprised, as he was not used to such treatment from Helen.

She used to be high-and-mighty, and he did not even have the right to speak to Helen.

Now they were the ones trying to lick his shoes.

Master Williams is indeed a legend.

Alfred did not beat around the bush and went straight to the point. “You guys know that Master Williams would not make a move lightly. Whether or not he would do anything this time depends solely on your sincerity.”

Mrs. Moore articulated her words carefully, “How much is Master Williams asking for...?”

Alfred held out five fingers.