Winner Takes All novel Chapter 72

Everyone was enjoying the meal and the whole villa was full of laughter.

The night was quiet.

Jack was not asleep.

He was sitting alone on the terrace while feeling the night breeze.

“Young master, is there something in your mind?”

Brent asked from behind his back.

As Jack looked from a distance from the terrace, he could see directly at the night view of TM Villa District.

He did not answer Brent’s question.

Brent walked to the side and sat down.

“Do you have any cigarettes?” Jack asked.

Brent nodded. He took out a pack of cigarettes and handed a stick to Jack.

Jack was never a smoker but he wanted to try this time.

He took the lighter from Brent. He did not seem familiar on lighting it and took a hard smoke.

The pungent smoke suddenly poured into his lungs. He coughed violently and even his tears came out.

He looked at the cigarette. He smiled bitterly and threw the cigarette away. “I think it’s better not to smoke.”

“I think there’s no need, you can tell me.” Brent shook his head and knew something was going on in Jack’s mind.

Jack laid on the recliner with his hands behind his head while looking at the stars in the night. “Suddenly, I just don’t know how to think about my father.”

Back then, Jack always thought that his father was a terrible man who abandoned his family and pursued for better life and wealth.

Even the appearance of Mr. Ward who changed his situation and assisted him in growing up which he thought it was just a business deal.

A business deal to let him take over the family.

Apart from feeling resentment, he did not feel anything for his father whom he had never met before.

But what his mother said made him start to think a little.

If it was the matter of life and death, perhaps his father’s leaving was indeed the best solution.

So... what happened to the Hughes family back then?

He was very curious about what happened back then.

It was a pity that his mother only knew a little details. Perhaps if he wanted to know more then it was better if he met with his father.

“Actually the old master is a kind man.”

Brent sighed while there was a gleam in his eyes. “He’s the best the person I’ve met, there’s no one else like him!”

Jack raised his eyebrows. “Oh yes, you used to be a mercenary before and why did you choose to follow him?”

Brent lit a cigarette on his own and started smoking.

“Back then, I was actually the spotlight in the mercenary market. There were more than hundreds of people who were under me, they are the real and brave soldiers. Are they even fake?"

“Isn’t that good?” Jack smiled.

“Is it good?” Brent shook his head. “Everyday I have to put my life at risk and running in the rain of bullets. Eventually I’m getting tired of it.”

“So, you end up following my father?”

“Your father saved me.”

Brent shook his head while deep gazing. He was trying to reminisce back all the memories.

“Back then when I was on a mission, it was your father who assigned me to go to a desert battlefield country and rescue a hostage.”

“Unfortunately, we’ve failed the mission. I’ve had more than 100 men with me, more than 90 of them died. The rest of us were captured.”

“On the day of execution, I will never forget what had happened back then.”

Brent looked at Jack with radiant expression in his eyes. “Young master, only a merchant values both life and wealth. Do you know that?"

Jack nodded.

“I remember the sun was very bright that day. When we were kneeling on the execution stage, there should be around more than ten thousands of people watching?”

Brent smiled as he continued his story. “In order to prevent us from being rescued, the other party also set up a few armored tanks to guard us. At that moment, your father came.”