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Chapter 534
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Chapter 534
Edith looked at Stanley.
“Mr. Hawk, we really didn’t want to be your enemy. Unfortunately, you won’t be able to touch Jessica or any of us today. We’ll all leave here safely, without a scratch!”
Edith’s words were firm, and she seemed certain that the Crone family would leave unscathed.
Halsey sneered, “Mrs. Edith, you really are full of yourself. With both Mr. Hawk and Wendy here, do you actually think your family can safely escape this situation?”
Cecelia added, “That’s right! You used to treat Mr. Hawk as your greatest ally, but now that he’s no longer on your side, how dare you still act so arrogant!”
Edith chuckled coldly. “If you don’t believe me, feel free to try and make a move.”
Wendy studied the Crone family members, her sharp gaze betraying the smallest hint of uncertainty. She knew them all too well, and Edith’s attitude now seemed like she had another
card up her sleeve.
Stanley, observing them closely, raised his hand. “Take them all down!”
At his command, Stanley’s bodyguards moved in swiftly, aiming to seize Edith.
In a panic, Edith looked toward Harry. “Harry, hasn’t that important person arrived yet?”
Important person?
Wendy’s eyes narrowed slightly. Was the “important person” someone the Crone family had invited from the Capital?
Harry glanced at his watch. “He should be here soon.”
Lilian turned to Wendy with a smile. “Wendy, you’ve thought of everything, haven’t you? But I’m sure you never predicted that we still had our trump card!”
Wendy frowned. “Trump card?”
Lilian didn’t respond, but just then, the roar of engines cut through the quiet rain. A series of sleek, extended luxury cars sped down the road, coming to a slow stop.
The rain had softened into a mist, and as the cars came to a halt, black–suited bodyguards emerged, lining up on either side.
A butler, holding an umbrella, stood outside one of the cars and respectfully said, “Mr. Larson, we’ve arrived.”
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The back door of the car opened, and a tall, composed figure stepped out.
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The man was in his mid–forties, dressed in a custom–made black coat. His face was strikingly handsome, with sharp, defined features. The years had only added to his commanding presence, giving him an aura that felt almost imperial.
Stanley’s voice was low, almost a whisper. “Horace?”
Samuel stepped forward, joining Wendy by her side. His voice was filled with astonishment.
“No way! It’s the world’s richest man, the big shot from the Capital, Horace Larson! No wonder they closed the airport and blocked the roads today. Why would someone like him come to Hovendale?”
Wendy’s clear gaze locked onto Horace. She had heard of this legendary figure, but this was the first time she was seeing him in person.
Horace had faded from the public eye years ago, becoming a mysterious figure no magazine or media outlet could catch.
What was he doing here in Hovendale?
The butler held the black umbrella high, and Horace stepped forward, his stride confident and steady as he made his way toward the group.
He raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over everyone.
Edith was overjoyed. “Mr. Larson, you’ve finally arrived! Welcome to Hovendale! We are honored by your presence.”
Harry stepped forward. “It’s good to see you. I’m the one who called you.”
Horace turned his gaze to Harry. “Where is my daughter?”
His question landed like a stone thrown into a calm lake, sending ripples through the air.
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