Winner Takes All novel Chapter 514

The domineering threat commanded the whole scene.

With the cold voice reverberating, the hall was filled with sharp killing aura.

Everyone felt the chills and was silent.

The hall that was echoing with approvals just a moment ago was now in dead silence.

They were staring at the blank memorial tablet with terror in their eyes.

No one doubted the credibility of those words.

Because they were from the old master of the Hughes family.

No one has to power to go up against the old master’s words!

From the crowd, Mr. Ward knelt down and yelled with blood-shot eyes, “Welcome back, old master!”

Brent immediately followed suit.

With the thunderous yell from the kneeling duo, everyone’s face turned gloomy.

Their gaze drifted towards outside the hall.

Madam Hughes’ expression was dark as hell. Even with her arms grabbing the armrest of her chair, she couldn’t help but tremble.

Her inner world was in a chaos even though she looked calm on the outside!

Not to mention all the other members of the Hughes family!

Paralyzed on the ground, Jack’s face was filled with grievance. Tears welled up in his eyes.

Peering at the outside of the hall with vividness, an exhilarated smile appeared on his face.

It was a subtle facial expression change.

It was the expression of someone who managed to grab the life-saving straw at the brink of his death.

No one could tell the subtleties.

Soon, a robust figure appeared in front of everyone.

The vision of him hammered hard onto everyone’s eyeballs.

The fighting jets were still roaring in the sky above them.

Roaring thunderously.

Even so, when the astute figure walked across the hall, everyone heard the steady footsteps clearly.

Who else could pull off this tyranny aura?

No one could bear to omit his presence.

“Dad…”

Jack muttered and groaned.

With the groan, the vision of Patrick’s figure gradually grew clearer.

With his hands behind his back, a hint of tyranny ran across his face.

Walking into the hall, he ignored everyone else and stared at Jack.

“Jack, why are you sitting on the ground?”

His tone of voice was stone cold.

“I…”

Slightly froze, Jack’s face filled with resentment and grievance.

Brent hurriedly walked up to him and supported him, trying to comfort him.

While Mr. Ward gave Jack a long look and turned to Patrick, doing a salute posture, “Old master, both young master’s legs are now limp because of an accident.”

The short message didn’t imply anything about Jack being set up at all but simply state the cause as an accident.

He handled the situation this way so that tonight’s mess could end as soon as possible.

He believed the young master would be fine tonight with the old master’s presence.

Because… there was a blank memorial tablet on the table at this moment!

That was the old master’s attitude about this mess!

“Huh!”

With an extremely cold gaze, Patrick scanned the hall menacingly.

Everyone was stared down and turned away avoiding his gaze.

Patrick reprimanded Jack, “Wipe your tears. Only weaklings cover up their uselessness with tears!”

Jack raised his hand to wipe the tears off. But the resentment and grievance on his face was strong as ever.

With Brent’s help, he sat back into the wheelchair.

At this moment.

Patrick unhurriedly walked up to Madam Hughes.

“Madam Hughes, I’m back!”