?Chapter 1122: Chapter 1122: Smashing the Shop Chapter 1122: Chapter 1122: Smashing the Shop The atmosphere, originally merry and festive, now became somewhat somber.
Bamboo Whitaker couldn’t hide the grief on her face.
Although she tried hard not to cry, not wanting to spoil everyone’s mood,
the moment Laird Cook appeared, the long-suppressed emotions within her finally erupted.
Que Radcliffe and Lillian Tompsonforted Bamboo Whitaker tirelessly, like older sisters.
Nelson stood up, intending to go to Morwenna to kill someone.
Fortunately, Julius Reed stopped him.
“Revenge must be had.
Lucian Whitaker was my friend, and one of the rare few I could really talk to,”
he leaned back in his chair, expressing his regret, “But what I really can’t understand is how the Whitakers, all intelligent peoplea€”even you, clever and sharpa€”are bamboozled.
Why would ze Whitaker marry Ian Cook, and how could your family’s business be taken away, step by step, by others?”
Great houses have their own foundations.
And the Whitaker Family, having operated in Morwenna for a hundred years, has deep roots.
How could they make such a mistake?
To be slowly devoured by a smaller family!
Could it be that no one noticed throughout the process?
“Julius, say less, will you?
Bamboo is really upset,” Que Radcliffe made a gesture with her eyes, signaling Julius Reed to stop.
With Bamboo Whitaker’s emotions extremely unstable, she was worried that Julius Reed’s words might trigger her sad memories again.
“You underestimate this girl.
If she were really that fragile, she wouldn’t have been able to flee all the way to Gonzalez City and eventually get rescued by Nelson and me in the abandoned boiler room,” Julius Reed didn’t seem to care much; he leaned over and gently patted Bamboo Whitaker’s back: “Do you want to eat something?”
“Yes!”
Bamboo Whitaker wiped her nose, indignant, “You really are clueless!
Tsk!
I want the most expensive dish!
After crying so much, you still say I’m strong, but no matter how strong, am I not a woman?”
After saying this, she rubbed her nose against Julius Reed’s clothes.
“Hmph!”
Feeling it was not enough to vent her feelings, Bamboo Whitaker deliberately turned her head away to look out the window.
“The boiler room?”
But Que Radcliffe clearly didn’t focus on that part of the conversation, instead catching onto the phrase “abandoned boiler room.”
“Did you and Nelson know each other…
a long time ago?”
Women are particrly sensitive to such matters.
A man and a woman alone in an abandoned boiler rooma€”what good coulde of it?
“You misunderstand,” Nelson exined without blushing or skipping a beat, “The girl was being chased and ran into the abandoned boiler room.
I just couldn’t stand by, so I drew my sword to help, only to find Julius Reed happened to be passing by, that’s all.”
In fact, the two really hadn’t done anything that day.
“Hey, Brother Davenport, I just remembered!”
Just then, Karen took out a tin of medicine from his pocket and pped it on the table: “You mentioned back painst time.
After I went back, I consulted texts andbined years of my experience to finally concoct a great tonic for you!”
After saying this, he rubbed his hands together with a sly grin, “From now on, you and sister-inw…
won’t have to worry about back pain anymore.
Heh heh…”
The mood suddenly turned awkward.
Even Bamboo Whitaker couldn’t help butugh out loud.
“When did this happen?”
Que Radcliffe’s brow furrowed slightly.
Today, why did everything feel off?
She and Julius Reed had clearly not been intimate, so what was this back pain about?
And a tonic?
Nelson stood by, also looking a bit awkward, but due to her paleplexiona€”which she always hada€”it was hard to see any change.
The atmosphere became strange once again.
The sorrowful mood provoked by the Whitaker family’s past had vanished in an instant.
Reced by awkwardness.
Karen wasn’t stupid and knew he had created a mess.
So, he took out a pack ofxatives from his pocket and poured them into his mouth in front of everyone.
“I have a stomachache…
Excuse me…”
Before he could finish, Terry Moore also grabbed thexatives and gulped them down.
Then, the two vanished together.
“Rxing muscles and promoting blood flow.”
Julius Reed got up and pulled Karen back.
“Brother Davenport, I’ve got diarrhea.
You all are eating here, and it’s quite awkward for me.” Karen clutched his belly, painfully bending over.
“Honey, you might not be aware.”
Julius Reed looked at Que Radcliffe and slowly unscrewed the medicine bottle, “Inside here, is medicine for treating bruises and injuries.
At night, you always kick off the nkets and end up kicking my waist.
I’ve been enduring it, but one day, after a fight when I got hurt, your kick was like breaking my waist.”
After finishing, he poured some medicine into his hand, “Don’t believe me?
I’ll prove it to you, this is bruise medicine.”
“Really?”
Que Radcliffe was skeptical while wondering inwardly if she really did kick off the nkets?
Smack!
Without any warning, Julius Reed pped Karen on the face.
The sound was loud, but he didn’t use much force.
It was just that he squeezed the air at the right moment when his palm nearly touched Karen’s face, creating a loud noise.
“See, now his face is swollen.”
After Julius Reed finished, Karen quickly covered his face, wailing, “Brother Davenport, you knocked out my teeth!”
He gently rubbed a bit of medicinal powder on his face, and in an instant, his cheek swelled up.
“Now, I’ll apply this medicinal powder.”
Crack!
Julius Reed crushed the medicine from the bottle and sprinkled it onto Karen’s face.
Taking the opportunity, Karen secretly got hold of some antidote and quickly applied it.
Those from Medicine King Valley are like magicians, equipped with medicine all over.
Extremely toxic.
“Look.”
Julius Reed pointed at Karen’s now unswollen face and spread his hands, “Honey, you’ve misunderstood me.”
“Ah…”
Que Radcliffe, seeing Karen’s unswollen face, was shocked and nearly speechless.
This effect was too miraculous, wasn’t it?
“Move aside!
We’re not open for business today!”
Just then, a noisy ruckus came from the entrance.
A dozen men in ck suits barged in, starting to drive away the customers.
“What’s going on?
Who the heck are you!”
“So bossy!
Why should we leave!”
“Stop trying to scare us!”
ng!
As the customers expressed their discontent, a man drew a long knife and fiercely chopped it onto the reception desk.
“Anyone who doesn’t want to die, get out!
I’m not afraid to die, anyone who doesn’t leave today, I’ll trade lives with him!”
The man shouted loudly, terrifying the customers into quickly gathering their belongings and hastily leaving.
Nobody dares to provoke someone with nothing to lose.
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Coincidentally, Aron Jackson walked out from the restroom.
The diarrhea medicine was too powerful, and he couldn’t hold it in any longer.
“Bro, what are you doing?”
Seeing someone smashing up the ce, Aron Jackson approached with a stern face, “This is my turf!”
“Is that so?”
Whoosh!
The lead man in a suit pulled out a shotgun and pressed it against Aron Jackson’s head, “Cook Family’s property in Morwenna, since when did it be your shop?”
The man wore sunsses and had a cigar in his mouth.
Speaking with full arrogance.
“Cook Family?
But Laird Cook agreed to this!” Aron Jackson was a local tough, naturally not willing to submit easily.
He pointed to the ground and said coldly, “Today, if you dare touch a hair on my head, I’ll make sure you all go down with me!”
“Oh?” The man took off his sunsses, ced them in the pocket on his chest, and looked at Aron Jackson with a smile, “What’s Laird Cook anyway?
In front of me, he’s not even worth a dog.”
After speaking, the man waved his hand and ordered coldly, “Take away everyone who’s left!”