Female Novel
Chapter 598 George On the Verge of Breakdown
On the rooftop.
The cool breeze was blowing.
Jack was sitting in his wheelchair, after a moment of stagnation, the feeling of depression struck him
hard.
Life was at stake, yet a simple “Do not interfere,” had halted them.
What the hell was this?
“Young master.”
Even Mr. Ward looked helpless, not to mention Jack.
Even if it were Mr.Ward who heard Patrick’s response, he would had been confused as well.
But with his knowledge of Patrick, he still consoled Jack, “There must be a reason why old master
didn’t want us to interfere. As he has a different perspective than us.”
Jack smiled.
He looked up at the starry sky.
“Alright, we will just stay out of it.”
His words were filled with helplessness.
As Mr.Ward said, his father and Jack had a very different point of view.
For what Jack saw, were the two assassination attempts that happened in the North, which was life-
threatening.
But his father might had thought of something else from a different aspect.
“Have a rest now, Mr. Ward.”
Jack despondently pushed his own wheelchair, turned around and left the rooftop.
Mr.Ward stood there and didn’t follow him close behind.
He waited for Jack to leave for almost a minute.
His expression gradually became melancholy and despondent. His gaze fixed on the doorway to exit
the rooftop, there was an unbearable feeling inside him.
“How long can old master hide from young master with this attitude?”
The soft murmur echoed throughout the rooftops.
And disappears with the evening breeze, vanishing into thin air.
For the next two days.
Jack return to his working routine and back to his effort.
During that time, he also visited Lyndall. According to Director Lansing, Lyndall’s condition was
completely stable and only needed some time before he could be discharged.
For this, Jack was secretly relieved.
But there was still something that needed Lyndall to be discharged before everything was to be settled.
Since Lyndall had chosen to follow him.
The following days were peaceful.
Everything went smoothly.
Without George and HT real estate agency as stirrers.
And with the assistance from Aiden and Drago, DT real estate agency’s development in the city was as
strong as ever.
DT real estate agency also expanded to the surrounding city under Corbin’s guidance.
Although Yael was still in the hospital for the time being.
The Quinn family and their family business in Amelia’s control were actually doing well.
Amelia’s ability had already been proven when she was in University.
Jack found it ridiculous that the Quinn family failed to see both Yael and Amelia as the treasure of the
family. All because of the bloodline prejudice.
Instead, under Jack’s guidance, they shone brightly.
Whether it’s Yael or Amelia, they could become the mainstay of the next generation of the Quinn family.
Even if they couldn’t be the head of the Quinn family.
Unluckily…
Prejudice would forever be a gigantic obstacle in one’s heart.
Ciara’s entertainment company had ceased collaboration with Hana Powell. They had found another
big star and the project was progressing in an orderly manner.
In these past two days, it was peaceful for Jack.
While Jack was comfortably living his days, someone else was extremely uncomfortable.
In Hughes’ mansion.
The grand and lofty atmosphere was changed dramatically.
For the past two days, the entire Hughes’ family seemed to be shrouded in gloom.
It was extremely depressing.
Even the air was suffocating.
Inside a small courtyard.
George sat fearfully on a stone bench in the courtyard, with a pistol placed on top of the stone table in
front of him.
Every now and then he would even glance around in terror and panic.
“George, are you serious?”
Ivy looked at George’s terrifying look and was somewhat speechless.
In the past, George was fearless and was not afraid to be stingy. But in just two days, he had
completely changed into a different person.
“Seriously?”
George was surprised for a moment, he clenched his teeth and said, “You said it like it was nothing.
Because it’s not a matter of your concern, this didn’t happen to you.”
“You…” Ivy was a little furious, her eyebrow raised.
But no words came out of her mouth.
George lifted his left hand, which was covered with bandages and still bleeding faintly.
“This hand was almost sliced off. Now it’s useless!”
Not waiting for Ivy’s replies, George raised his right hand and tore his clothes.novelbin
His tanned skin was covered with ghastly wounds. The smaller wounds were not yet scabbed, the
larger, deeper wounds were still covered with bandages.
This scene made Ivy’s expression change dramatically.
Her gaze was dull.
“Ivy, why are you silent?”
George’s eye turned red, but his face still couldn’t hide the look of fear as he gritted his teeth and said,
“For two fucking days you almost get killed dozen times in the House of Hughes family. And every time
you know you’re stepping one foot on the hell’s gate, will you still say it’s nothing serious?”
“I…”
Ivy choked on her words; she had come to visit him because she knew that George had almost died
from assassination. She wanted to console him.
After all, they both fought Jack and ended up in the same boat.
But George’s injuries terrified her.
In mere two days, there was already a dozen of attempted assassination!
And this happened inside the grounds of the Hughes’ mansion.
Were all these assassins fucking crazy?
One after another, sacrificing the lives themselves just to assassinate George. All those that failed were
executed on the spot. Were they all mad?
“Have you tried to investigate it?” Ivy asked.
“It’s under investigation. Not only I am investigating it, but I’ve also reported it to the head of the family.
So that he could mobilize the Hughes family’s intelligence agency to help the investigation.” George
scratched his head in frustration, “But we haven’t figure out anything yet. And I don’t even fucking know
what I did wrong to attract such bloodbath.”
With that, George grabbed the gun in front of him.
“I haven’t even closed my eyes for the past two days. As I’m always ready to face those lunatic
assassins.”
He took his gun and pointed at the main entrance, “You saw it when you came in, didn’t you? As there’s
no clue of what is going on, I could only order my servants and guards to secure the perimeter of the
Hughes courtyard. So that we could have maximum security, or else someone might die.”
Ivy’s face was filled with fear.
When she entered, she did see hundreds of guards, heavily guarding the perimeter of the courtyard.
At that very moment.
“Enemy attack!”
A shrill growl was heard outside of the courtyard.
Ivy’s face changed dramatically.
George’s body trembled, his eyes reddened and full of despair, “Again and again damn it, is there no
end to it?”
As he spoke, George was so frightened he was on the verge of tears.
He turned around and ran into the mansion shocked to the core, pistol in hand.
Even on entering the doorway, he carelessly tripped and fell. However, he quickly got up and rushed
inside as if nothing happened.
Ivy was terrified. She almost screamed as she covered her mouth with her hands.
Just as George was being assassinated.
Inside the study, silence filled the air.
Patrick sat quietly at his desk, looking at the paper report presented to him.
“Dark net, assassins’ organization, mission…”
Patrick murmured softly, echoing in the study. His gaze deepened as he pondered.
From the first time George was almost killed, the Hughes family took it seriously.
Those who dare to enter the magnificent house of the Hughes family to assassinate were directly
provoking the sanctity of the Hughes family.
Even if was an ordinary member of the Hughes family, no one would turn a blind eye.
Not to mention the heir to the Hughes family!
As the Ghost that tried to kill Patrick, his head was still hung on top of Hughes’ memorial gateway.
A dozen of assassinations over two days was frantic and bizarre in every way.
Such a frequency of assassinations almost drove George to the brink of breakdown.
But, looking at the report in front of him, Patrick’s eye shone with light. He suddenly acknowledged
something.
The next second.
Click!
Patrick lit a lighter and the flame rose.
And then… the report was burned to ashes.