The guardian's sword by Taking Cigarette novel Chapter 946

Chapter 946

It was as if she was very familiar with Sean.

“Girlie, are you sure you want me to do this?”

Chadwick sensed the determination in Rachel’s voice and asked quietly after a long silence.

“Yes!

“Help him however much you can.”

Rachel nodded heavily without hesitation.

“Okay!”

Chadwick sighed and finally agreed.

He knew siding with Sean at this point was suicidal.

However, he chose to trust Rachel’s judgment.

At the same time.

A town not far from River City.

The town was called Joules Town.

Joules Town was much more prosperous and economically developed than River City.

As an ancient capital for six dynasties, it was naturally prosperous.

Besides, many grand historic events had happened here, so many people were familiar with it.

The ancient capital for six dynasties had produced many famous people over the years.

Now, the bustling modern city had also spawned many nationally famous enterprises.

In other words, it was much more advanced than River City.

There was a large manor on the outskirts of Joules Town.

It had towering mountains behind it and faced a river that stretched far as the eye could

see.

You could see Joules Town Bridge from here, which was more than 4,000 meters long.

It was enveloped by nature and was a great place to live.

A natural boulder lay horizontally on the left of the manor entrance, and the front side was carved with the words “Lathan Manor“.

The two words were deeply carved into the boulder and painted with bright gold paint, making them conspicuous.

Joules Town Lathan Manor.

The place was a place that even many big shots shied away from.

It was said that a popular retired general lived there, and he had an extraordinary identity.

Old General Lathan should have settled in Janestown and stayed near the ruler, but he chose to return to his hometown.

Others also speculated about Lathan Manor’s background. No one knew or dared to inquire.

In short, very few in Joules Town dared to mess with Lathan Manor.

Lathan Manor.

The well–featured middle–aged man was talking to someone in his study.

“Sir, Ms. Chloe hasn’t eaten all day,”

A servant in his fifties reported softly to the middle–aged man.

“Let her starve if she refuses to eat.

“Forget about getting me to compromise in this way.”

The middle–aged man snorted coldly, his tone firm.

“Sir.”

The servant sighed but dared not say anything more.

“Anyway, she can never leave Lathan Manor again without my permission!

“How dare she run away from Joules Town? She has guts!”

The middle–aged man got angrier as he spoke and banged the table.

The servant was too frightened to say another word.

Seconds later, the middle–aged man sighed and got up.

“Has she really not eaten all day?

“Why won’t she eat? If she wants to escape, shouldn’t she escape after she’s full?”

She was his daughter after all, so the middle–aged man had no choice but to give in.

The servant was silent for two seconds before telling the truth.

“Sir, Ms. Chloe isn’t on a hunger strike to get you to let her

go…

“I heard Ms. Chloe say she wants to help Lennon Group.”