Novel Square
Chapter 17
Chapter 17
Adrenaline coursed through Sheldon’s veins as he
stared after Emmanuel’s retreating figure.
Removing troublemakers from the project falls under
my jurisdiction as a legal specialist in Cloud
Construction. How could I simply stand aside when
Emmanuel is ready to risk his life to solve the issue?
Emmanuel’s bravery inspired Sheldon to follow suit.
The latter ran after Emmanuel while vowing through
gritted teeth, “D*mn it! I’m going to give it my all even if
I lose my life!”
When Emmanuel turned around and noticed the other
man’s approach, he could not help but smile.
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Emmanuel had faced life–and–death situations with
plenty of peers while serving on the front lines. Since
his return to Yeringham, Frederick had been the only
person who willingly fought alongside him. He was
pleasantly surprised to find another ally in Sheldon.
He booked a private room to prevent security from
booting them.
Now that Sheldon had decided to stay, he decided to
hire several hostesses for entertainment and asked if
Emmanuel wanted to join him.
“Go ahead. I’m heading out for a walk!”
Emmanuel rarely showed any interest in women and
left the room. He walked along the corridor in search of
Elena.
His efforts paid off. He came across Elena just as she
finished touching up her makeup. She appeared to be
meeting Samuel.
Sheldon had followed Emmanuel out of their private
room. When he noticed that the latter was trailing
Elena all the way to Samuel’s room, he quickly pulled
Emmanuel back in panic.
He whispered, “Think carefully! This is your last chance!
Didn’t you see the crowd inside?”
Emmanuel appeared unfazed.
Assuming he was clueless about Samuel’s might,
Sheldon added, “Mr. Webber is utterly merciless. He has
several people’s blood on his hands! And he has a
bunch of lackeys who are crazy–good fighters! Each
one is fiercer than the next! He’ll definitely kill you if you
barge in and demand his retreat from the project
grounds!”
Sheldon thought his advice would intimidate
Emmanuel into rethinking his approach.
To his horror, Emmanuel replied expressionlessly, “The
project will surely be delayed if we don’t get rid of Mr.
Webber and his men today! No one can stop me from
my goal today!”
What in the world?
Sheldon was completely nonplussed.
This man is only a lowly employee. Did he delude
himself into thinking he’s Terence Group’s boss or
something? He’s more passionate about the fate of
this project than the real boss!
Just then, the two men suddenly heard a loud crash
coming from Samuel’s room.
Huh, what happened?
They pressed their ears to the door.
The private room fell into deathly silence.
“Enough with that innocent act! People may treat you
like a goddess, but you’re just a toy to Mr. Webber!”
“If you won’t strip down and entertain Mr. Webber, we’ll
destroy more than just your career!”
The threats filled Sheldon with fear,
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Alas, Emmanuel chose that exact moment to kick open
the door and barge into the private room.
His entrance turned heads. Everyone inside Samuel’s
private room froze, staring at the intruder in shock.
Sheldon’s eyes bugged out. He struggled to stay
upright on his shaky legs.
“Hey, brat. Who the h*ll are you?”
Over ten buff men in the room got to their feet and
shot Emmanuel murderous glares.
They looked as though they would attack him at any
minute.
These men had served Samuel for many years, and
this was the first time they encountered someone bold
enough to barge into their private room. Alone.
They wondered if he was sick of living.
Meanwhile, Emmanuel allowed his gaze to travel
across the room. There were over ten hostesses in the
room, all scantily clad except Elena.
They had cowered silently in the corner of the room
during Elena’s conflict with Samuel.
Bolstered by her reputation in the club, Elena clearly
refused to strip down and was splashed with red wine
for her audacity.
The ruby–red liquid stained her silver–colored miniskirt,
dripping down her legs.
Like the others in the room, she immediately turned to
look at Emmanuel upon his unannounced entrance.
She realized then that he was the man who had
claimed to be Samuel’s subordinate earlier.
I guess he doesn’t work for Mr. Webber after all.
Even as Emmanuel was clearly outnumbered in that
private room, he looked at Samuel calmly and
declared, “I’m here to see Mr. Webber. My name is
Emmanuel Lowe, and I’m Terence Group’s
representative! I’m here to inform you to pull your men
out of the project grounds, which you are unlawfully
trespassing!”
His words struck everyone silent with shock.
Do workers these days have some sort of death wish?
How can he be stupid enough to barge into a
nightclub and confront the head of underground
circles to finish a job?
Everyone, including the hostesses, stared at Emmanuel
as though he was a fool.
Sheldon kept his gaze on the ground, fearing the worst.
Only Elena continued to appraise Emmanuel carefully,
seeing him in a different light. A man like that can’t be
some simple character! He has both wits and courage.
Consider me charmed!
Samuel simply ordered, “Get rid of him!”
He wanted to return to his salacious entertainment
and could hardly be bothered to figure out
Emmanuel’s identity. The sooner his men got rid of his
unannounced visitor, the better.
Two of his subordinates swung empty glass bottles at
Emmanuel’s head while roaring, “Go to h*ll, you fool!”
Sheldon covered his eyes, too frightened to witness
Emmanuel’s doom.
Clang!
The sound of glass breaking echoed through the air.
But when Sheldon peeped through the gap between
his fingers, his jaw dropped to the floor in shock, as did
everyone else in the room.
Emmanuel had reduced the glass bottles into shards
with his bare fists and sent his two attackers flying
across the room.
Blood trickled down his fists, but his eyes burned with
fiery determination. There was no hint of fear in him.
So cool!
Elena secretly sighed in admiration.
The others in the room shared her sentiments.
A second later, a couple of Samuel’s men grabbed
some broken wine bottles and stabbed them in
Emmanuel’s direction.
“Ah!” The hostesses in the private room blanched in
fear. A chorus of shrieks reverberated through the
room.
Once again, Emmanuel nimbly dodged their attacks.
With a furious roar, he grabbed his two attackers and
rammed their heads together.
Crack!
Blood instantly streamed down the dazed men’s faces.
The audience grew increasingly bewildered as they
witnessed Emmanuel’s vicious counterattack.
They had sorely underestimated him. He was no fool;
in fact, he was probably the most merciless character
in the room.
At the same time, Mackenzie finally dialed Emmanuel’s
phone from the safety of Yociam Residence.
She wanted to know what was happening at The
Paradise.
Alas, despite her incessant calls, no one answered the
phone.
She muttered to herself, “They can’t have beaten him
to death, right?”
Mackenzie set her phone aside, a conflicted expression
on her face. It was impossible to decipher her feelings.
Once he’s dead, I regain my freedom! So why am I
feeling so uneasy over the prospect of his death?
Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
Mackenzie jumped, startled by the sudden noise.
Something akin to relief flitted across her cool
expression. Is he back?
She opened the door only to see her grandfather
standing outside.
Terence huffed, “Mackenzie! Where’s Emmanuel? How
could you send him to handle this matter?”
He had rushed over in a panic, anxious to confirm what
he had heard over their phone call earlier.
As the chairman of Terence Group, he had heard his
fair share of horror stories about Samuel Webber. Even
the Quillen family dared not confront Samuel directly.
Mackenzie replied, “He went to The Paradise. He said
he’ll fix the issue for me.”
“What?”
Her explanation infuriated Terence, who demanded,
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“Send someone to bring him home! He’s your husband,
for goodness sake! I’ll never forgive you if he ends up
dead! Don’t forget this. The Quillen family is known for
its loyalty. Never has a Quillen woman remarried!”
Mackenzie scrunched her brows slightly as disbelief
gradually colored her features.
Terence had always doted on her and never spoke to
her as harshly as he did that day. Now, he even
claimed he would never forgive her if a man he had
only met several times died.
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Despite her fury, her grandfather had put down his
foot, leaving her no choice. She put on a coat and left
frosty expression into something warmer.
He had better not die!