Winner Takes All novel Chapter 581

Jack smiled.

Pushing the wheelchair with an indifferent face, he left on his own.

Mr. Ward stood there hesitating for a moment, and said to Patrick, “Master, Young Master and Hana must have their reasons please take care of yourself.”

Patrick sat down, as if the roar just now had made him extremely exhausted.

He put his hand on his thigh and lightly waved the other to dismiss Mr. Ward.

Mr. Ward turned and left, quickly following Jack.

While waiting for the two to leave the meeting hall.

Patrick suddenly leaned back on the Patriarch’s throne, his eyes red and filled with tears.

Looking up at the dome, he smiled bitterly, “How did I not know that there was something else behind it all? I thought I had made Jack let it go, but I didn’t expect this hatred to be buried so deep in his heart.”

His dejected voice echoed through the hall.

He raised his hands and rubbed his face.

Patrick said with his lips trembling, “Sophie, how can I resolve Jack’s resentment?”

As Jack and Mr. Ward walked out of the meeting hall.

In a sudden, the wind had stopped blowing, rendering the place freaking quiet.

Even though the sound of the wind was still there.

Jack and Mr. Ward were in gloomy silence.

“Young Master, a lot of people are watching.” Mr. Ward leaned over and whispered in Jack’s ear.

Jack smiled, “Everyone was waiting to see how I will die, but I disappointed them all.”

“Let's go back.”

Mr. Ward smiled with contempt, gazing around, and then ignored it.

The time Jack and Mr. Ward were leaving the meeting hall.

In every yard of the Powell family, they were already toasting to celebrate.

But as a piece of intelligence reached them.

Everyone was stunned by the news!

He wasn’t dead?

How was this possible?

The Powell family glared to leave with a firm resolve to kill Jack, with Patrick’s roar of rage in the wake.

If Jack could evade death like that, then what the fuck was that we all saw and heard just now?

For a moment, the entire Hughes family seemed to be eerily quiet.

As if the time had frozen.

Some were at a loss, some were horrified, some couldn’t believe it…

Patrick’s supporters became complacent at this moment, thanking their luck.

In the silence.

The turbulent underflow surged beneath the respectful Hughes family.

“Patriarch, Patriarch…”

Archer rushed to the meeting hall looking travel-worn. Before entering the door, he began to bawl loudly.

His relationship with Patrick was different from the rest of the Hughes family.

Even if the relationship between the two was not that good, they still shared common blood.

If he did not show up at this critical moment, then he would bound to be the lightening rod.

Of course, the reason that Archer appeared at this moment is to see Patrick’s sorrow of losing his loving son, which would give him unparalleled pleasure.

However.

As soon as he stepped into the room, Archer froze.

There was no sprawling blood.

There were no corpse piling up.

The entire meeting hall was clean and solemn.

It was almost empty despite Patrick sitting on the patriarch’s throne.

By this time, the grand majesty took the place of his once depression.

He overlooked Archer deadpan, “What are you doing here?”

“I…I…”

Archer stuttered, his cheeks flushing red.

Feeling Patrick’s solemn, he felt shocked.

‘Fuck! How could I say I wanted to see whether your son is dead and how you cry at his funeral now.’

“Humph!”

Patrick snorted coldly, making Archer go pale and tremble in fear.

All of a sudden Patrick said in a stern tone, “Archer, you useless asshole! I know what are you thinking. I am sorry for disappointing you, now get the fuck out of here!”

His voice sounded like the thunder.

Archer’s face turned pale as he hurriedly bowed and then rushed out of the hall.

But the moment he started to move.

Patrick spoke again, “I said, get out!”

Overbearing and highly oppressive.

Archer’s face was as white as paper. Looking at Patrick he finally gritted his teeth, curled up on the floor and rolled out of the hall.

“Useless asshole!”

Patrick cursed coldly.

When Archer rolled out of the meeting hall, he stood up and slapped himself hard on his face, muttering a curse in his heart.