Female Novel
Chapter 752 Court Jester
He was to choose between life or death? Jack’s words were like a thunderous divine judgment
reverberating in Morrison’s ears. Morrison felt as though his soul had left his body. Horror,
hopelessness, despair…
This was Jack’s ploy to set him up. In one stroke, he wanted to push Morrison in front of the entire
family and break up the united family. After the bloodshed, it would be impossible for him to reunite the
family.
Life and death only hinged upon a nod…
His hands began to tremble and sweat beaded on his forehead and dripped onto the name list. Jack
did not rush him and neither was Amelia anxious. Jim looked on with amusement.
Life or death was up to Morrison.
Even if Morrison was to choose death, they would not be worried as there was no lack of sacrificial
lambs in the bloodsucking Quinn family.
Then, just as Morrison was about to speak.
Sampson suddenly spoke solemnly, “An honorable death is better than living meaninglessly. The Quinn
family will flourish under the leadership of Mr. Hughes. Morrison, even if you can’t become the head of
the family, you will still attain far more than being the head of the Quinn family. I know that it will be
tough on you but at least you would be a member of a very strong enterprise.”
Though he said softly, his words drummed into everyone’s ears.
On hearing this, Morrison paused and hesitated. Who would choose death if he had a chance at life?
Living hopelessly was as good as dead. But if the desperate person had found a path, he would
endeavor to walk along that path even though it was lined with thorns and thistles.
Jack looked at Sampson in surprise.
Sampson nodded and smiled as he said, “Morrison, if you don’t handle this, someone in the Quinn
family would step forward to do it. This is a Quinn family matter and it is difficult for Mr. Hughes and
Amelia to be involved.”novelbin
What Sampson said contained a double message. One was to point out to Morrison and the other was
to validate Jack’s decision.
As the wealthiest and most powerful family of Sunam, Sampson was far shrewder and more intelligent
than Morrison. Though their ages didn’t differ much, their ability to scheme and calculate was worlds
apart. This was related to upbringing and nurturing. Sampson had built up his empire on his own, unlike
Morrison who was sheltered by Old Master Quinn.
Jack smiled, looked sternly at Morrison, and said, “Have you decided? Life or death?” The tone was
soft but exceedingly tyrannical.
Morrison was flustered and then his gaze turned determined. He took a deep breath and his hands
grabbed the name list tightly. He raised his head and said as he continued to perspire profusely, “I’ll
handle this!”
The words were simple but ruthless. Why should he choose death when he could receive a life of
prosperity? Even if he chose death, the Quinn family would not last long after him.
Before the fall of the Quinn family, he was the son of the head of the Quinn family and second in the
Quinn family. He was very familiar with the unscrupulous people within the Quinn family. Under those
circumstances, it was his father and him who brought up the family. Since they had been bloodsuckers,
it was not difficult to do it again.
“Okay!” Jack nodded and then looked towards Sampson, “Remember this day! Leave with Truman.”
“Thanks, Mr. Hughes.” Sampson felt so relieved like a huge weight had suddenly been lifted off his
shoulders.
Then, Jack looked at Morrison, “Now go, since you’ve made your choice, then do it properly. I hope that
you will not disappoint me this time.”
Morrison nodded and looked ruthlessly determined. He followed Sampson out and walked towards the
room.
Jack looked solemnly at the two of them leave, then looked at Sampson and said, “Cunning old fox.”
“Jack, what’s wrong?” Amelia asked Jack in surprise.
Jack said softly, “He intentionally persuaded Morrison to agree to this task but not out of good
intentions. He did these to get in my favor so as to protect his son.”
Amelia was stunned. Her eyes lit up and pondered deeply. Jim was similarly stunned and was
speechless. Now Jack’s expression was totally different.
Clunk…
Truman and Cissie were behaving intimately when the door opened. Sampson raged when he saw
this. He immediately raged furiously.
Slam! He slammed the door and then yelled furiously, “Truman, you good for nothing, release this bitch
and immediately break off with her!”
The sudden turn of events shocked and terrified both Truman and Cissie.
When both of them did not react, Sampson rushed over and forcibly pulled Cissie away and then
slapped Truman.
Smack! The slap was loud and forceful.
Truman was stunned, “Dad, why did you hit me? It was Cissie and me who were bullied!”
“You rascal still don’t know how to tell right from wrong!” Sampson raged and raised his leg to kick
Truman.
Cissie turned pale at the sight of what was happening. She wanted to step forward but somebody held
her back.
Smack! Morrison was cold as he mercilessly slapped Cissie across the face. The slap was so forceful
that Cissie fell onto the floor.
“Step forward and you’ll die!” Morrison’s words plunged Cissie into the chasms of doubt.
“Dad, I beg you to save Cissie, I really love her. Haven’t you and mom already given us your
blessings?” Truman grasped his hands to beg.
“Beg? You worthless scum, you still dare to beg? Have you lost your mind after studying overseas for
so long? I should have sprayed your sperm into the air!”
The loud yells of Sampson could be heard in the courtyard. Jack looked at Jim and said, “Looks like
you are very familiar with such things.”
Jim blushed and quickly looked away awkwardly. It was only a casual remark but how could he
anticipate that Sampson would say the same thing?
Thud!
Truman knelt on the ground and begged, “Dad, what happened? You are the most powerful man in
Sunam. Why are you so scared of Jack?”
“Okay, I’ll tell you!” Sampson grabbed Truman by the collar and manhandled him like a stray mongrel.
He dragged Truman out of the room and then towards Jack and then threw him towards Jack’s feet.
Sampson composed himself and then pointed to Jack as he berated Truman, “He is Jack Hughes and I
need to address him as Mr. Hughes. He is the potential heir of the Hughes family. Even I, your father
the most powerful man of Sunam, have to make an appointment with the Hughes to visit the Hughes
residence!”
Kaboom!
The message was simple, crude but struck like a lightning bolt. Truman sat pitifully on the ground as he
looked at Jack and was horrified. Hughes family? Heir of the Hughes family? The scene of him saying
arrogantly how great his father was flashed before his eyes.
What did that mean? Didn’t he behave like a court jester? Truman suddenly felt as though he was in a
sea of fire. His skin burned painfully and his face turned red hot.