Chapter 215: Chapter 215: Pulling Strings, Seven: Less Talk, More Fight
"I advise you not to waste your efforts," Du Zehao’s voice was icy, "No one will see Emma White tonight, get lost."
"Old Du, don’t be so hot-tempered, we’ve dealt with each other so many times, help a brother out."
Jacob Jordan twirled his gun with his fingers, speaking with a cheeky grin, but his tone was unusually cold.
To hell with your backdoor dealings.
Who’s your brother.
It wouldn’t have been a problem if he hadn’t mentioned it, but as soon as he did, Du Zehao instantly recalled the scene where this guy bombed their base.
His face darkened, "We only have the front door here."
So, don’t try to be buddy-buddy with me.
"Seems like we can’t reach an agreement."
Jacob Jordan put away his expression, speaking with an intimidating tone.
As if Du Zehao just needed to nod and he’d take action.
But Du Zehao wasn’t one to be easily intimidated. He casually took out a small remote control, speaking with amusement, "I don’t think there’s anything to talk about. If you want to fight, we’ll gladly oblige."
And then.
"However, who will be blown to bits first?"
As he spoke, his gaze swept over everyone, as if choosing who to take action against.
Seeing what was in his hand, both Jacob Jordan and Qiu Kai’s expressions changed, "You’re insane."
If the bomb exploded, he wouldn’t escape either.
"I’ll say it again, get lost."
Qiu Kai glared at him fiercely, leaving with his people after saying something.
"Tell Emma White we’ll come for her tomorrow."
Seeing Du Zehao’s serious demeanor, Jacob Jordan knew he wouldn’t be able to take Emma White tonight, so he decided to come back tomorrow.
...
The next day.
What happened at Drake White’s estate last night quickly spread exaggeratedly among other forces.
At Tulip Estate, a woman listened to her subordinate’s report and chuckled lightly, "Interesting, Lowe is pretending to be sick more seriously than I expected."
She merely suggested it, and he took it so earnestly, truly a compliant pawn.
"Should we also invite Emma White?"
"No need," the woman waved her hand, "This is just the beginning, there’s plenty of time later."
After speaking, she stood up, elegantly draped the shawl over her shoulders, and went upstairs.
Halfway up, she suddenly stopped and turned back, "Later, go to Iris and invite Lowe over."
"Yes."
The man gazed obsessively at the woman’s back; although the master was already over thirty, her figure and face didn’t match her age at all.
"Manor Master, how do you feel?"
Qiu Kai looked at the awakened man, speaking worriedly.
Rubbing his temples, Lowe’s eyes were dark-circled, his lips bore teeth marks, indicating how painful it had been last night.
"I’m fine," he spoke, but his voice was hoarse beyond recognition, "You went to find Emma White last night."
Qiu Kai nodded, looking guilty, "Yes, but I failed to bring her back."
Upon hearing this.
Lowe didn’t get angry, "There’s absolutely no way you could forcibly take someone from Drake White’s territory."
Drake White was unpredictable, even daring to intercept and resell Julian Sia’s goods at a high price, showing what a madman he truly was at heart.
However.
Lowe’s gaze darkened slightly, thinking Emma White believed this would make him agree to her deal.
Though it had indeed been unbearably painful last night, he endured it all night, so what’s the rest compared to that.
Lowe had thought well of his plan, but he forgot Emma White had mentioned different experiences every night.
...
"You’ve just offended someone, are you really going out now?"
Drake White looked at the girl, asking repeatedly in uncertainty.
She truly wasn’t afraid of being ambushed on the way.
In the F Continent, unlike back home, as long as you’re strong enough, even Cooke can’t touch you.
Claire Green nodded, "I have something to buy."
Seeing this.
Drake White didn’t try to stop her any further, but spoke worriedly, "I’ll have Du Zehao take a few people to accompany you."
Otherwise, he was truly afraid that she’d encounter danger as soon as she left the estate.
Looking at his earnest eyes, Claire Green felt a bit of a headache, having a premonition that if she didn’t agree, he’d insist on going out with her.
After a while, she nodded indifferently.
As soon as they stepped out, news immediately spread out.
Jacob Jordan saw the information on his phone, glanced at the second floor, his eyes showing determination.
This time, he would bring Emma White back no matter what.
Otherwise, he’d fail the penalty he’d received.
He put away his phone, and strode out with determination.
"Jacob Jordan, where are you going?"
Charles Jordan was holding documents, ready to find Julian Sia when he saw Jacob Jordan in a hurry, prompting him to speak up.
"I have some matters to handle."
Jacob Jordan said, opening the car door and getting in directly. Before Charles could say anything further, he floored the accelerator, speeding away quickly.
Both hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, veins bulging, and the accelerator pedal showed no sign of slowing down.
He’d thought about it for an entire night; Julian’s odd behavior yesterday all stemmed from Emma White.
But didn’t Charles say they already had a lady?
...
Claire Green had just come out with some desserts when a black car directly blocked her path.
Jacob Jordan got out of the car, glanced at what she was holding, his eyes showing slight disdain. What kind of adult still eats sweets?
"Miss White, I have something to talk to you about."
As soon as he spoke, Du Zehao walked over with a grim expression.
"I must say, your Poppy Estate has quick intelligence."
Jacob Jordan didn’t even look at him; after all, his purpose here today was Emma White.
"I’d appreciate it if Miss White could give me a moment."
"Jacob Jordan."
Du Zehao was about to say something but was stopped by the girl.
Claire Green chuckled lightly, her voice was cold and wicked, "Is your sentiment really worth me obliging?"
Jacob Jordan wasn’t angry but instead laughed, "Does Miss White really think she’s safe with just a few people like Du Zehao around?"
Not to mention they can’t beat him, but in this business world, nearly half belongs to their Poppy Estate.
Who would’ve thought.
In the next second.
The girl’s words left him stunned.
"Tch, so much talking before a fight."
With that, she directly swept her leg over.
Luckily, Jacob Jordan snapped back to his senses quickly, barely dodging.
Then, he began a fierce counterattack.
Claire Green blocked his moves, side-stepping to aim a hard kick at his knee, and as he dodged, she took the opportunity to strike a knife hand at his neck.
Sensing danger, Jacob Jordan ducked his head and evaded, which gave the girl a chance to knee him hard in the abdomen.
Stepping back two steps, before he could react, Claire Green’s moves followed up.
Seeing Jacob Jordan being dominated in the fight by the girl, the worry in Du Zehao and his group’s hearts finally dissipated.
If Miss White had an accident, the boss would have their skin.
With a swift shoulder throw from Claire Green, Jacob Jordan fell to the ground with injuries on his face, all the pain in his body telling him he lost to a girl.
"Am I safe now?" Claire Green’s eyes were rebellious as she lightly kicked the person on the ground, asking nonchalantly.
Jacob Jordan didn’t understand what she meant until he saw a black object appear in front of him.
"Guess whether their guns or mine is faster."
The girl’s voice was icy, yet there was a hint of amusement.
Looking into the girl’s dark pupils, Jacob Jordan didn’t doubt for a second she would actually kill him.
"Everyone, leave."
As Jacob Jordan’s voice fell, the group at the entrance of the business circle returned to their posts as if nothing had happened.
Spinning the gun, Claire Green lifted a hand to press down on the brim of her hat, her voice deep, "If there’s business to discuss, it has to be by my rules."