Chapter 217: Chapter 217: Men Die for Wealth, Birds Die for Food

Adrian Law appeared calm and composed, yet his eyes were as dark as ink, completely stained by malevolence,

"A wise man adapts to the circumstances. Since you’re out in the world, you should understand this better than I do, right?"

The sole of his leather boot was still pressing on the hand of the bald, scar-faced man. His handsome face, like a clear moonlit night, even bore a hint of a smile—cold and frightening.

The bald, scar-faced man’s body trembled several times, his forehead sweating from the pain. How was this pretty boy so intimidating?

It almost made him question his life!

Blood flowed unchecked from the bald man’s hand, and his pale lips quivered a few times.

"Sir... sir, isn’t this against the code... isn’t it?"

"I already told you the surname of the client earlier, you should have been able to figure out who they are and find them yourself!" 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"What, do you still talk about the code of conduct?"

Adrian’s lips curled into a smile, teasing like a hunter taunting its prey, and his deep-set phoenix eyes were filled with mockery.

"In that case, there’s no need to keep your life either!"

The bald, scar-faced man was filled with dread, a metallic taste instantly flooding his throat.

He looked at Adrian’s compellingly handsome face, not doubting the truth of his words one bit!

...

The people present shivered collectively upon hearing Adrian Law’s threat.

Each profession has its own rules, and Adrian’s demand obviously violated the code by making them betray their client, defying professional ethics!

This man was so young, yet his tactics were sharper than those who had been on the streets for years; his demeanor was so calm and elegant, it was as if all the murderous intent was a product of their imagination!

"Have you decided? Do you want to die for someone else, or contact your client?"

Adrian Law forcefully stomped hard on the bald, scar-faced man’s leg and then ground it down slowly with a steady pace.

Such fierce actions, yet performed by him, seemed like poetry—smooth and graceful.

The bald, scar-faced man spat out a mouthful of old blood, feeling regret for accepting this job for the first time!

Practice makes perfect in one’s field; he had done his research beforehand and knew this woman, Joan Sinclair, had been living alone in Veridia City for years, divorced, with her only daughter long deceased.

How could such a person have such a vast background hidden behind?

He regretted it, regretted ever getting involved!

...

Forget it; no one’s life is more important than his own!

Even with a crippled foot, the bald, scar-faced man still wanted to survive. He looked up at Adrian Law, trembling all over.

"I... I’ll make the call now!"

Hearing the other man’s voice filled with fear, Adrian Law remained completely unmoved. He just nodded slightly.

"Go ahead, stay calm. If you slip up, heh—"

The bald, scar-faced man wore a face of misery. He took a deep breath to barely steady his mind.

He instructed one of his henchmen to dial the number.

It was a landline number.

"Put it on speaker."

Adrian Law reminded lightly.

There was no way the bald, scar-faced man would dare disobey, obediently pressing the speaker button, and soon the landline on the other end was picked up.

He cleared his throat.

"Hello, is... is this Mr. Vaughn?"

Hearing the bald, scar-faced man’s trembling voice, Adrian Law shot a cold glance, causing the man to shudder, immediately sitting up straight against the wall, and daring not let his voice shake again.

...

Cecilia Vaughn had just reassured her grandmother and came out to see Adrian Law threatening the bald, scar-faced man to lure out the culprit.

Joan Sinclair was mainly old and frail and couldn’t withstand the turmoil, but she was not seriously hurt. After treating her external injuries, Cecilia helped her to the bedroom to rest. Now coming out just in time, she witnessed a good show.

On the other end, hearing the bald, scar-faced man’s voice, the person was overjoyed.

"Brother Qiang, why are you calling me now? Have you accomplished the task?"

The middle-aged man’s surprised tone was broadcast from the phone, the surroundings dead silent, his voice seemed to pierce Cecilia Vaughn’s ear, like a sharp blade stabbing her heart brutally.

——It was Gregory Vaughn’s voice.

Though she had already guessed it was Gregory Vaughn trying to harm her grandmother this time, Cecilia’s heart still ached violently.

What does it feel like to be hurt repeatedly by a close family member?

Just like Fiona Vaughn, wasn’t she also Gregory Vaughn’s daughter?

Why could Gregory Vaughn be so cruel?

Even to someone as defenseless as an elderly woman?

...

As Cecilia Vaughn stepped into the courtyard, Adrian Law’s black eyes were already firmly fixed on her.

Seeing Cecilia pressing her lips tightly, not saying a word, the man felt even more heartache.

He walked towards Cecilia, pulling her into his embrace. Though they exchanged no words, his tightly clasped hands were an eternal solace.

No matter when or where, even if thousands stand in the way or millions turn their backs, he would steadfastly stand by her side.

This promise had never changed.

...

Cecilia Vaughn tiredly rubbed her forehead, silently leaned in Adrian’s arms, and listened quietly as the bald, scar-faced man spoke on the phone with Gregory Vaughn.

"Mr. Vaughn, haha, you guessed it right. It’s just an old woman living here alone, how easy! With Brother Qiang handling it, the task is incredibly smooth!"

The bald, scar-faced man looked at Cecilia Vaughn and Adrian Law, bitterness filling his heart, yet he had to forcibly feign happiness.

For his life, he was giving it all!

There was no way Gregory could tell the bald, scar-faced man’s words were entirely false!

He had also investigated—Joan Sinclair had been living alone in Veridia City for years; getting a few local thugs to handle her couldn’t have been easier!

"Good, good, good! Brother Qiang, you’ve worked hard! Have you forgotten to make her leave her fingerprint? Did she sign the contract admitting to the forged inheritance?"

"Signed, signed! Mr. Vaughn, you can trust my work! How could you not believe in my capabilities?"

Hearing the words "inheritance contract," an undisguised pain flashed across Cecilia Vaughn’s face.

——Everyone’s greedy for wealth; in Gregory Vaughn’s eyes, morality could indeed be abandoned for money.

Adrian Law tightly grasped Cecilia Vaughn’s hand, trying to convey some strength to her.

He silently gave a look to the bald, scar-faced man making the call.

The bald, scar-faced man shivered, understanding Adrian Law’s intention, quickly getting to the point.

"Mr. Vaughn, since I’ve sorted out the paperwork, why don’t you personally come to Veridia City now? You’re still five thousand short on payment! If you plan on cheating, I’ll destroy this paperwork!"

"No, no, Brother Qiang, send me the location, I’ll drive over right now!"

...

These local snakes just knew how to get their way!

Was he, the dignified chairman, someone who would default on five thousand bucks?!

Gregory Vaughn was unsuspecting; the thought of obtaining the documents soon filled him with the joy of victory clouding his judgment as he headed to the underground garage for his car and drove onto the freeway.

Finally, he could completely quash Cecilia Vaughn’s rebellious ambitions!

In just three days, the shareholder meeting would convene!

Radiant Group was destined to be his!