Winner Takes All novel Chapter 587

Mr. Ward groaned.

Slowly he raised his second finger, "The Powell family member is the one who has been expelled from the Powell family. In other words, he is no longer a Powell family member. Such a person , whether it is the Hughes family or the Powell family, he is not worth mentioning, just like ants."

Jack nodded, his eyes deep.

A member of the Powell family who was not in the Powell family's genealogy was insignificant.

If the mysterious person was really the murderer, using such a person who simply carried the surname Powell in an attempt to bring troubles, planting and arguing, this would be useless -- a redundant thing.

In the situation at that time, it would have been more effective to tell the mystery person to kill Jack instead of going around in a big circle with the intention of letting the Powell family kill Jack.

"What if the mysterious man was not behind this? What if he really helped me?" Jack said.

Mr. Ward slowly raised his third finger, "The third is that the mysterious man is the most suspicious now, and... there is also the note he left for you to prove it."

Jack scratched his head in distress.

What Mr. Ward said is exactly what he had been confused about.

From the assassination of Lyndall to the appearance of the Powell family, until now, everything could be intertwined to form a complete context.

But no matter how he thought about this, there were always flaws and surprises in this context.

It was like a pool of clear water, and there were always a few inexplicable clusters of sewage that could not disperse.

Taking a deep breath, Jack suppressed his jumbled thoughts.

He shrugged, "I don't understand it for the time being, maybe after a while, it will be clear."

Mr. Ward nodded, finished the bottle of beer, took the beer that Jack had brought, opened two bottles, and handed Jack one of them.

"Now, we will just have to wait and see what happens."

Jack took a sip of beer and the autumn made his beer a little bit more chilly.

He grinned, suppressed the coldness in his mouth, and asked, "The fact that I'm not dead, should have caused quite a stir in the Hughes family."

Just as he said that.

Mr. Ward suddenly couldn't help but laughing.

Holding back a smile, he said slowly, "The night that you and I left, Old Madame Hughes vomited blood and passed out. Killian took a gilded coffin and had it moved into the courtyard of Old Madame Hughes. As a result, the rope ripped, and the servants who carried the coffin were so shocked that they were all wounded and howled."

"Oh?"

Jack raised his eyebrows and laughed very happily. He laid his head back and finished the bottle of beer. He laughed, "Everyone thought that Jack would die, but they don't know that I can walk out of that room alive. If Old Madame Hughes vomited blood on the spot, how good would that be?"

Mr. Ward continued, "Archer thought that you were dead, so he rushed to the old master to pay his respects, but the master scolded him until he left that room, very embarrassed."

"What a useless, Archer is really mentally retarded." Jack's eyes were sharp, and he spoke bluntly about this uncle who was a close relative.

Mr. Ward stretched and shook the swing gently, "That night, the Hughes family seemed calm, but everyone was already shocked. If it hadn't been for the master to suppress them, I guess they would have screamed. "

His words seemed to be emotional, but also a little solemn.

Jack looked at Mr. Ward and smiled helplessly, "The Hughes family, since we have chosen this path, we can only rely on my father for shelter. As for his power, it is really insignificant."

This was not Jack speaking nonsense.

He had been to the Hughes family several times and saw it clearly.

Those who really decided the important matters of the Hughes family were all those who could enter the chamber of parliament.

Especially Old Madame Hughes had the strongest edge.

If it weren't for the protection of his father, let alone whether the members of his would help Jack, even if they helped, it would not play a decisive role.

It was always only a few people at the top that determined the whole situation.

The whole game was just a game of those few people.

The people under his command were all pawns and waved to drive.

What's more, now his father's situation in the Hughes family was also extremely poverty stricken.

They had to know that even Archer, the "brother", was mentally disabled and connected with outsiders, so he kept helping Old Madame Hughes.