Chapter 2012

Morrow stood up with the help of his servants. He was looking at the sky on the horizon when his legs

suddenly felt very sore and he started to cough violently.

Cough, cough!

“Oh, Old Master Morrow, you’re coughing up blood!” The servant next to him saw the bloodstained

white handkerchief in Morrow’s hand and shouted in alarm, “Someone, quickly call for Dr. Garfield

Gates!”

Morrow looked past the door frame at the sky. The layers of dark clouds rolling in from the distance

made him panic.

“The weather is about to change.”

Morrow mumbled this sentence under his breath before he coughed violently and passed out. The

servants turned pale with fright and quickly called for medical staff.

***

On the other hand, Wade had returned to his residence and was standing in the hall with three men in

front of him. They were wearing uniformed black steel armor branded with a tiger pattern, black steel

helmets, steel-toe boots, and had tiger-patterned sabers at their waists. They were a deadly presence

in the hall.

Swish!

The 13 Tiger Generals knelt on one knee and shouted imposingly, “Fourth Tiger, Seventh Tiger, and

Ninth Tiger of the 13 Tiger Generals are here to receive orders!”

Wade stood at the forefront with his hands behind his back. With a chilly face, he said tersely, “All rise.”

Three of the 13 elite Tiger Generals in the branch family got up and stood upright.

“How many men do you have now?” Wade asked.

The leader replied, “The chieftain has taken half with him. Part of the remaining half is stationed around

the branch family on Arcadia Island and near the sea. We can deploy around 300 guards at this

moment.”

Hearing that, Wade frowned and said, “Only 300? Fine, it should be enough.”

Wade said with a biting chill in his eyes, “Follow me to the main family!”

“We obey!”

The three Tiger Generals responded and pressed their hands to the tiger-patterned saber at their

waists. Following Wade, they set off for the main family.

***

The line of sight shifted to Philip, who was in his residence with Wynn, Mila, and the newly born Nelson

Clarke.

With a happy smile on her face, Wynn looked at her little son in the incubator and said to Philip, “Look,

his nose is exactly like yours.”

Philip stood next to Wynn with his left hand on her shoulder. He looked at the kid in the incubator and

said with a smile, “His eyes and mouth are very similar to yours. In the future, I think this little brat will

grow into a handsome boy and break many girls’ hearts.”

Wynn rolled her eyes at him and said, “Are you jealous of your son’s good looks? Or do you want to

break someone’s heart?”

Philip quickly pursed his lips and said, “Of course not. You’ve misunderstood.”

Suddenly, a servant walked in and shouted, “Young Master, people from the law enforcement hall are

outside looking for you.”