“Are you talking to me?” George said angrily as he gritted his teeth.
Every one of the young of the family wanted to take over the big family.
But the old master just expected a bastard back to take charge.
That was undoubtedly a way of slapping on their faces.
As elite descendants of the family, how could they leave his seat to this bastard?
Jack smirked as he said, “Let’s go home, Brent.”
George felt like he had been ignored.
He was burned up with angry eyes.
But he knew, as long as Brent was there, he couldn’t beat Jack.
The old master assigned his close security guard Brent to protect Jack. That clearly showed how much Jack meant to him.
“You will see how elites differentiate from bastards,” George sneered.
Returning home, Jack threw himself into the couch.
“Thank you for doing that.”
Brent shook his head, “That was my job.”
Jack laughed in relief.
If it wasn’t because of Brent, he couldn’t even imagine what George would have done to him.
Just as Mr. Ward said, these people have the nerve to murder.
“Brent, you said that you taught George fighting?”
“Right,” replied Brent.
“Teach me then,” Jack said in a determined look.
What George did just now made him feel nerve-racking.
He wasn’t afraid of losing what he had, but of George’s ignorance towards his life.
He suddenly felt like being exposed to tremendous danger. He really needed to protect his mom, in addition to himself.
In the next few days, before starting a busy working day, Jack worked out with Brent in the park in the morning.
Everything went smooth as planned.
Sophie was getting better and better.
And after that morning, George was gone.
With a blink of an eye, it was September 1st.
It was 1:00PM, and Jack didn’t get round to have lunch. He had to check the presales proposal of the West Shantytowns.
With its infrastructure almost done, it had been on sales recently.
Jack was very satisfied with the presales and confident about the sales performance of the properties.
It was finally time to reap as he put so much effort into this project.
Jack rubbed his nose with a frown as he thought of something.
He took out his phone and scanned through the messages.
Suddenly, his eyes were frozen.
Looking at the message from Amber, he finally remembered she was coming back.
Amber said, “Jack, are you at the airport?”
And this was sent half an hour ago.
Shit!
How could he forget this?
Jack felt annoyed As they already made an appointment a few days ago.
He was so busy that he had to stand her up?
Jack quickly replied, “Amber, are you still at the airport? I am sorry. I am so tied up today, and I mute my phone.”
Ding!
“Still here,” Amber replied.
“I am coming to pick you,” Jack felt very guilty as he took his coat and hurried to the airport.
It was crowded there.
Amber wore a sunhat, a long white dress, and shite sneakers, sitting at the corner.
She was in such a simple look, but she still caught everyone’s eyes because she was really gorgeous.
“Still the same as you used to be, workaholic,” Amber complained slightly.
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