NovelBookChapter 282
The two helped each other out of the private room.
Nash glanced at their backs and shook his head helplessly. They would not have fallen to this level if
they had refrained from provoking him. They had inflicted this on themselves.
In the Jonford Ministry of Political Affairs, Henderson hurried into Jade’s office.
“Governor, something’s happened!”
“What’s the fuss about?”
Jade put down his phone and looked at Henderson.
“A large number of private jets from all over the country flew into Jonford today. We’re seeing difficulties
in air traffic control. Capiton also intends to cancel all flights departing from Jonford today!”
Henderson had never encountered such a situation before and was very nervous at the moment. What
the hell was going on with all these private jets?
Jade, however, seemed calm about this. “I just heard about it. We’ll do what Capiton wants.”
“Is something important happening?” Henderson asked carefully.
“Not that I’m aware of. Just do as they wish.”
In the General Administration Center of Capiton, there were more than 30 powerful and influential
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇttycoons in the Special Security Institution’s meeting room. The middle-aged man seated in the main
position exuded an aura of calm authority.
This was the aura one cultivated after being in a high position for a long time.
“The Heavenly Martial Arts Order is assembling in Jonford. The Green Bamboo Association has
mobilized all their experts to Jonford. It’s obvious they’re trying to deal with the person who issued the
order. They probably didn’t expect to have kicked the hornet’s nest,” said the man in the main
seat with a half-smile on his face.
“Should we intervene?” asked a dashing yet elegant woman.
“Why do you want to intervene? The cancer that is the Green Bamboo Association should’ve been
eliminated a long time ago. We just haven’t found a suitable opportunity to consider how powerful they
are,” said the man in the main seat as he smiled lightly.
“Could it be Nash? Francis claimed Nash to be his junior, and Jonathan is the one who created this
order,” suggested Judas, his tone surprised. He was covered head-to-toe in bandages.
The corner of the man’s mouth curled upward. “No matter who it is, it’s a great benefit to us as long as
it weakens the Green Bamboo Association’s power.”
His expression immediately turned sullen after he said that. “On another note, do we have any clue
about what happened last night? How did the ten families react?” he continued.
A middle-aged man with gray hair replied, “Not yet. Many families are even refusing to acknowledge
the existence of the kamikazes.”
Judas turned to the side to look at a skinny old man in the corner before responding lightly, “FS
Microbacteria is an element in the development of the HIV antiretroviral drug, and the only ones with
the capability to develop such an effective drug is the number one bio-experimental lab in the country
and Royal Biotech, which belongs to the Jacksons.”
The skinny old man frowned. “You mean the Jacksons are the ones who sent the kamikazes last
night?”
Judas sneered. “You know this better than me, don’t you?”
He really could not think of anyone else apart from the Jacksons.
The skinny old man slammed his hand on the table angrily and roared. “Deacon, I advise you to think
it over before you speak. Do you know how easily you might offend someone like this?”
Judas just laughed. “Look, he’s getting nervous!”
The skinny old man retorted angrily again, “How can I not be when I’m being wrongly accused?”
“Enough!”
The general administrator eyed the two of them lightly.
These two were part of the ten families. The Deacons and the Jacksons had always been at
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It was understandable that Judas seized an opportunity this time to target Jackson.
“Head down and continue with the investigation. I hope everyone leaves their personal sentiments
out of work.”
Nash returned to Royal Bay after exiting the Dynasty Grand Hotel.
The moment he stepped into the villa, he heard Yvonne singing from the second floor.
“I once struggled in the vast world and was lost in its dreams. I didn’t distinguish between what was real
and what was fake. I didn’t care about mockery…
“I once turned my youth into her-Ack! Nope, nope, I can’t sing anymore,” Yvonne said after coughing
midway.
Yvonne failed to manage her voice for the part with the high-pitch and ended up choking and
breaking off. She put the microphone down on the table in embarrassment.
Hera grabbed the microphone and continued where she left off.
“Taking short steps, pausing and moving on, we’ve covered a bit of distance…
“I don’t know if I’m telling a story or recreating a mood.
“Perhaps what we’re anticipating is simply being at odds with time.”
Compared to Yvonne’s loud and clear voice, Hera’s singing was gentle and melodious.
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