Chapter 688
Chapter 688:
He sneered. “I don’t care who you are. You’ll answer for your actions today. The men die, but the woman comes with me.”
Aiden moved like lightning unleashed, materializing before Jorge in an instant.
Jorge’s eyes widened as pain exploded in his stomach, his body hurling backward through the air.
“Ugh!” He crumpled, retching violently. “Get them. Kill them!!”
“Wait.” Janice stepped forward with elegant poise, casually tossing a phone his way. “You might want to answer that first.”
Jorge was startled, a curse dying on his lips as his eyes locked onto the caller ID. The name displayed was Mateo Welch.
“Ha! You expect me to fall for some random number labeled as Mr. Welch?” Jorge raised his head, eyes blazing with murderous intent as he glared at Janice. “Even if Mateo himself showed up today, I’d still cut you down.”
“Jorge Lambert, what did you just say?”
A voice like winter steel cut through the air from the phone.
Jorge’s heart stopped as his eyes locked onto the phone, his pupils constricting in terror. “Is this Mr. Welch?”
His trembling fingers gripped the device. “Mr. Welch?”
“Jorge, you’ve got some nerve! I heard about your little threat—killing my people even if I was around?” Mateo’s voice was cold and filled with fury.
“Mr. Welch, please, I can explain. There’s been a misunderstanding—”
“Shut up!”
Mateo’s rage blazed white-hot.
He’d been counting the minutes until MO, the legendary surgeon, would arrive. Instead, he received word that someone had dared to obstruct MO’s path, potentially derailing the entire schedule.
𝖀𝖑𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖋𝖎𝖊𝖉 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖈𝖊: g𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧽𝖼𝗈𝗺
Blood boiling, he fought the urge to destroy everyone responsible for this interference. Learning it was Jorge, the infamous playboy, only fueled his fury. The thought of erasing the entire Lambert family from existence crossed his mind.
“Get on your knees and beg Master MO’s forgiveness this instant! Or I swear, your family won’t live to see tomorrow’s sunrise,” he threatened.
“I’ll kneel and apologize!”
Jorge’s body shook uncontrollably. He knew better than to doubt Mateo’s threats—this man could and would annihilate his entire bloodline without hesitation.
Then it hit him—Master MO? The enigmatic surgical prodigy everyone whispered about?
Jorge’s gaze shot up, studying the woman before him with newfound attention. The golden mask adorning her face triggered a flood of memories—all the whispered descriptions of MO: an elegant figure shrouded in mystery, her face partially concealed behind a golden mask. The woman standing before him matched every detail of the legends perfectly.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Jorge scrambled forward and dropped to his knees before Janice.
Vernon watched in amazement at Jorge’s immediate submission, though he understood the reasoning. With Mateo backing Janice, what choice did Jorge have?
In Cloverhill’s hierarchy, the Welch family stood among the top three powers, while the Lamberts were mere servants, barely worth noting. With Mateo personally involved, Jorge had to swallow his pride to protect his family.
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