UNDER HIS RULES

The jaw of the sturdy man clenched tightly. It made a rather loud and terrifying sound accompanied by his piercing gaze. His hand tightly gripped a glass filled with thick red liquid.

Perhaps due to the pressure he felt, the glass eventually shattered, producing a cracking sound that made everyone in the room flinch.

However, no one dared to speak.

Only one voice reached the man’s ears, the only thing that could save that person was mercy. Unfortunately, the owner of the room was not someone who enjoyed playing with mercy. He was known to be ruthless and brutal towards his enemies or those he deemed incompetent, earning him a reputation similar to the angel of death.

The glass shards seemed to have injured his palm, but he didn’t care. The drops of blood that started to seep, moistening his work desk, were also disregarded. In his mind, there was only one name he wanted to destroy: Samuel.

“Damn it!” he exclaimed, slamming the table.

The news delivered by Paul had ignited his anger. How could Yengki be caught by Sam’s people? If Yengki were to speak, it wouldn’t take long for Sam to reach him.

He was not afraid, but he still needed a little more support to make Eagle’s Wing stronger.

Quassano, though he felt he could still hold on, truly, the old man was not willing to give him much trust. It was as if he was playing with him. There were several things that often made Gerald question Alfred’s trust. However, Gerald couldn’t argue much. Alfred had done a lot to protect Eagle Wing all this time.

“Are there others involved?” Gerald asked, glancing at Paul, who was never far from him.

“No, Boss,” Paul replied.

But Gerald was not satisfied. Once again, he slammed the table until several files and the water bottle that had been his companion shifted and moved a few inches from their original position.NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

“Don’t ever state something as certain if you can’t even handle trivial matters!” he exclaimed.

Paul fell silent.

“Double-check it, Paul.” Gerald stood up, and in an instant, he seized Paul by the collar. The person under his command simply nodded obediently. “Make sure there are no mistakes.”

“What about Yengki’s fate, Boss?” Paul dared to ask. He was slightly out of breath because Gerald’s grip on his neck was quite strong. He tried to remain as calm as possible because the matter they were dealing with required immediate resolution.

However, the bald-headed man known for his expertise in handling weapons was one of the reliable comrades. Somehow, Sam managed to trap Yengki, and Paul was shocked to receive the news. If he attempted a rescue, he might only get himself into even bigger trouble. It wasn’t just Yengki who was in danger, but Paul himself.

Hearing Paul’s question made Gerald growl with restrained frustration. “If we go there, it’s just falling into his trap.”

His trusted assistant immediately lowered his head.

Gerald chose to leave his office, with Paul following him. Yet, there was still uneasiness lingering within him. Yengki was one of his loyal subordinates, and Gerald had no doubts about that. But he also knew that Sam had a dangerous interrogation team. Under the immense pressure exerted by Sam, Yengki might end up talking.

Before it was too late, Gerald had to do something. “Contact Alfred. Tell him there’s a very important matter to discuss.”

“Yes, Boss,” Paul promptly carried out the order. However, before he could fully execute his intention, one of the subordinates guarding the front gate contacted him.

One of Alfred’s trusted people had come for a visit. The news also left Gerald momentarily speechless, but soon he grinned. It was as if he had just come up with a new idea to cover up what was happening.

“Prepare a room and provide the best service,” Gerald turned to Paul, who obediently nodded in response.

Gerald deliberately widened his steps, as if impatient to meet the visitor. Just as the main gate opened, the figure who arrived for the visit appeared.

The man was impeccably dressed, and his gaze was as sharp as an eagle’s. His face inherited the Quassano blood, which could be considered aristocratic and made their opponents aware that this individual was not just an ordinary person.

His name was Jimmy Lee Quassano.

Jimmy’s parents were Alfred’s nephew and niece. It should not have been Jimmy who was asked to carry on Alfred’s empire. However, his only son had died in an accident over a decade ago. Alfred had to immediately appoint a successor, and his choice fell upon Jimmy. He was the one who was expected to replace the old man with cold hands and a reputation for ruthlessness in the business world.

Nevertheless, Alfred had not made an official announcement yet, despite his frequently troubled health. Sometimes, there were also numerous issues that consumed Alfred’s time, now that he was getting old.

But the middle-aged man still held one firm belief. His granddaughter, the only daughter left by his beloved child, was still alive. He didn’t know where she was, but Alfred was certain that one day his granddaughter would reunite with him.

The true heir. Not Jimmy, who was now standing in front of Gerald.

However, Jimmy didn’t care. After all, the original heir had never been found until now. Equipped with extensive training from his parents, Jimmy had become a person Alfred could trust. He had taken charge of several crucial sectors of the Quassano family. There was only one step left for him to fully overthrow Alfred.

The old man was not easily satisfied. However, whenever Jimmy completed a task flawlessly without encountering any obstacles, Alfred willingly granted his requests without Jimmy even needing to ask. Nevertheless, Jimmy was never satisfied with his current position. He… was a man cloaked in greed, desiring everything excessively.

“Jimmy,” Gerald said, stretching out his hand. “Long time no see.”

Jimmy only smirked. “Your small talk is annoying, Gerald.”

Gerald laughed, his voice filling the grand living room of his mansion. “You can never relax, Jimmy.”

“How can I relax when this is what I get?” Jimmy threw a file directly onto the marble table with its distinctive pattern.

Most of the interior in the living room was made of marble. Its beauty was a feast for the eyes, but it merely served as a visual pleasure. What caught Gerald’s attention now were the photos of Yengki, beaten and bruised, as if intentionally taken and sent to threaten them.

“You said everything was under control, Gerald!” Jimmy approached the man whose physique was much stronger than his own. But was Jimmy afraid? Not at all. To Jimmy, Gerald was nothing more than a servant dog that he could command at will.

Including targeting another one of Alfred’s trusted individuals. Jimmy had to devise a plan to eliminate those around Alfred who did not support him. His ultimate desire was to have complete control, and that included removing one name: Joseph Quassano.

Unfortunately… Jimmy made a mistake by entrusting his desires to Gerald.

Gerald grumbled in annoyance. If it weren’t for Jimmy’s significant influence over him, he wouldn’t tolerate being treated like this.

“Deal with this person immediately.”

“You don’t need to ask me to do that. Yengki is loyal, Jimmy. He won’t divulge his mission.”

Jimmy spat, disregarding the expensive floor beneath his feet. “I considered you loyal too, Gerald. But in reality? I can’t trust you.”

Gerald remained silent, but his fists clenched.

“Where is the weapon?”

“It’s safely stored in the vault.”

“Until I satisfy my eyes by seeing that weapon, I consider you a liar, Gerald.”

Gerald growled. “Don’t be too arrogant, Jimmy. If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t be in your current position.”

Jimmy laughed satisfactorily, but he quickly made a move. Fearlessly, he grabbed Gerald by the collar. “We are both crawling at the same point now, Gerald. If I go down, you go down too.”

Gerald swiftly pushed away Jimmy’s grasping hand, still earning a smirk from the man.

“Show me the weapon, Gerald,” Jimmy said firmly.