Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

Chapter 673: Chapter 673: The Grand Scheme of 200 Years_1

“Holy Envoy.”

At 4 a.m., at the Five-lakes Clubhouse.

Fabian Percival and Devlin knelt on the ground.

In front of them stood an Eastern man with an indifferent expression.

The man was in his twenties, yet there was a coldness on his face that did not match his age.

Before this man, both Fabian Percival, who had battled through countless woes over the decades, and the crafty Devlin were utterly respectful.

Even tinged with a trace of panic.

“Your performance has greatly disappointed the matron,” the man said lightly as he casually adjusted his cuff.

“At the last meeting, someone already proposed to replace the two of you with someone else.”

“Holy Envoy…”

Fear was written all over Fabian Percival’s face, and even his speech became somewhat slurred.

Once they became useless, the only thing waiting for him was death!

To be replaced meant to be sent to their deaths.

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“Don’t panic…”

The man said impatiently, “I’ve already held off the pressure for you, but you have, at most, three more months.”

“Thank you, Holy Envoy!”

Fabian Percival let out a long breath, his face now flushed red.

Three months!

That was enough!

“In three months, it will be the matron’s birthday,” the man said as he turned away and left the Five-lakes Clubhouse briskly, leaving behind only a voice.

“If by then you still haven’t found what the matron needs, I won’t be able to save you.”

“Huff!”

After the man had gone, Fabian Percival collapsed on the ground.

He got up at 3 a.m. to go to the airport to pick someone up and now felt not the slightest hint of sleepiness.

What he felt was endless fear.

“Devlin, is there… do we still have hope?”

At this moment.

For the first time, Fabian Percival who once regarded death with fearlessness, showed the fatigue of an old man.

After all, he was getting older.

He was no longer the daring and adventurous youth of the past.

Over the past decade, Fabian Percival had thought of resisting.

But the matron’s power was so vast, he dared not entertain a single thought of rebellion.

From the moment he arrived in the Americas, he had observed the downfall of many a strong man.

Perhaps, fear had started to take root from that moment on.

“The matron has been waiting for twenty years. Twenty years ago, for the tenth time, she received the grace of a master to stay alive to this day.”

Devlin slowly stood up from the ground, his back to Fabian Percival: “The matron has lived through ten such periods of twenty years. Now, she doesn’t want to be constrained anymore.”

“But we…” A pained look flashed in Fabian Percival’s eyes.

“We have no choice.”

Devlin turned around and helped Fabian Percival up from the ground: “All people fear death, but the matron has tasted the sweetness of eternal life; she will not willingly give it up.”

“But is the secret to eternal life really in Gonzalez City?” Fabian Percival looked out the window and mumbled to himself, “More than a decade ago, the matron sent out so many people to seek the truth of eternal life, but in the end, why was it pinpointed to Gonzalez City?”

“Gonzalez City?”

Devlin was momentarily stunned, then he laughed: “When you were forced to leave Gonzalez City, the matron was behind the planning. The first time she tasted the sweetness of eternal life, she had already begun to lay out her plans.”

“What!”

Fabian Percival’s face went pale!

At that time, he hadn’t even met the matron!

He was unaware of this terrifying existence!

“Because the planner of that uprising, was me.”

Ignoring the shocked look on Fabian Percival’s face, Devlin walked away from the Five-lakes Clubhouse with his hands clasped behind his back.

“This chess game has been played for twenty years. Although I am a planner, I, too, am but a piece in the game. Fabian Percival, this is your fate.”

…

Julius Reed had a dream.

In the dream, he was being pursued by countless people.

He wanted to fight back, but the strength in his body remained constrained.

Until…

Quella Radcliffe kicked him awake.

In nearly four years, Julius Reed had never slept so soundly.

“Hurry up, the Roosevelt family’s people will visit the business federation headquarters building at ten, and the banquet will start on time at eleven-thirty.”

Quella Radcliffe had already dressed and was sitting on the bed watching Julius Reed.

“What time is it?”

Julius Reed groggily picked up his cell phone and couldn’t help but exclaim, “Damn! It’s nine o’clock! How did I wake up so late?”

Normally, he would wake up before six o’clock.

But now, he slept straight until nine, even though he had nightmares all night long.

When he got up from bed, he found several messages on his phone.

One of them was sent by Beckett Carmichael at eight-thirty.

The gist was that the Lopez Family had already sent people from the capital to seek justice for Tariq Lopez.

Jennifer Lopez had also returned to the capital overnight, most likely finished.

Another message was from Aron Jackson.

When Orren Beaumont turned against them, he brought many of the original employees, greatly weakening Fabian Percival’s strength.

To commend this act of returning to the right path, Aron Jackson made an exception to reemploy Orren Beaumont in an important position among his own staff.

He would take him everywhere he went.

To show his own generosity and magnanimity.

“Come on, we’ll be late!”

Quella Radcliffe urged from the side.

“Alright! Alright! Alright!”

Julius Reed put down his cell phone, rolled out of bed, washed his face, and brushed his teeth.

Ten minutes before the banquet started.

Julius Reed drove the car, taking Quella Radcliffe to the Five-state International Building.

The Five-state International Building constructed by Itai Huntington was a comprehensive business building.

The top floor consisted of offices, and below was a large shopping mall complex.

As it was located in the suburbs and the surrounding buildings were not yet fully developed, only a large restaurant was open for business.

Employees of the business federation often came here to eat, and visiting customers were also received here.

Today, because of the need to entertain the Roosevelt family, Itai Huntington attached great importance to it.

Banners were hung outside, and the LCD screen displayed welcome messages in both Chinese and English.

There was also a team of greeters standing neatly at the entrance.

“Quite a grandiose display.”

Julius Reed said with a smile, shaking his head.

“They’re the Roosevelt family, a huge financial consortium from the Americas!” Quella Radcliffe gave him a glance, “Be careful what you say later, don’t offend them.”

“Don’t worry, if there were offense to be taken, it would have happened long ago.”

Julius Reed said with a smile on his face.

Back when he was wielding the Night Sword and killed that batch of Shadow Warriors on the boat, the two sides had already crossed paths.

The restaurant was on the second floor.

As they went up the elevator, they saw Itai Huntington wearing a fiery red cheongsam, chatting with several Americans.

One of them had blond hair and blue eyes, and appeared to be in his twenties.

Behind him stood an Easterner and a black man.

“Quella, let me introduce you.”

Seeing Quella Radcliffe and Julius Reed walking over, Itai Huntington smiled and began to speak, “This is the young master of the Roosevelt family, Roosevelt Chide.”

After saying that, she introduced them to Chopter, “This is the general manager of our business federation, Quella Radcliffe. And this person by her side is her driver, Julius Reed.”

“Julius Reed?”

Upon hearing that name, Chopter frowned slightly.

“Do you know each other?”

Such a detail naturally did not escape Itai Huntington’s eyes.

“No, I just… find the name quite interesting,” said Chopter with a polite smile, and he also introduced, “This is my bodyguard, Jay King, known as ‘King of Fighters’. And this is Odingle Keller, also the brother of the owner of the Northern restaurant.”