Chapter 724


    Hannah told Zeke what had happened from the beginning.


    What!


    Zeke was enraged. He picked up the fork and took a bite of the pasta!


    Pfft!


    He spat out the pasta as soon as they touched his lips!


    It was just too salty! In fact, it was no different from eating salt on its own!


    He was certain that his father-inw would suffer a rpse if he had finished the two tes of salt-


    ridden pasta!


    At that very moment, he had condemned Henry to death.


    Henry first stole a nce at Zeke’s outfit, followed by a double-take at his beat-up Santana, and he


    gasped for air momentarily.


    Damn, Daniel and Hannah. It seems like they both are bigger fools than I thought them to be.


    It was bad enough they refused to ept him as a son-inw, but did they have to wee a bloody


    beggar instead?


    Were they implying that I, Henry Jones, was no better than a beggar?


    He hollered angrily, “Daniel, the pasta is getting cold. You had better pick up the pace and eat them


    while they are still warm.”


    Zeke stopped Daniel and red at Henry Jones with daggers in his eyes. “No. I am ordering you right


    now to finish these two tes of pasta. If there is even a drop of sauce left, you will feel my wrath.”


    At that instant, Henry burst outughing, “Haha, quit the tough act. You must be Daniel’s son-inw.


    What’s the matter? Feeling sorry for your father-inw? Alright, I will allow you to finish the pasta on his


    behalf.”


    p!


    Without any warning nor word, Zeke gave Henry a p across the face. “I will not repeat myself,” he


    said.


    “You will finish the goddamn pasta right now!”


    Henry stared nkly at Zeke in shock.


    He was at a loss for words but finally gathered himself. “Did you really just hit me?”, he questioned.


    p!


    Soon after, Zeke sent his palm flying across Henry’s face once again and said, “Yes I did. You should


    have no doubt about this one either.”


    Damn!


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    Henry Jones stomped his feet in anger and stood up with a vengeance. “I am a star, with throngs of


    fans and admirers. How dare you touch me, you mere beggar!” he yelled.


    “I will have your head, no, more than that. I will decimate you and ruin your family’s fortune!”


    With that Henry whipped out his phone and called Lacey. “Lacey Hinton, you bettere home right


    now. Your useless husband struck me. If I do not have both your apology given to me by you while you


    are on your knees, I guarantee you Linton Group will go bankrupt!”


    With that, he hung up the phone. He clenched his teeth as he said, “Williams, you have no idea, do


    you. I am the star artiste of Grand Empire Group, and Grand Empire Group owns Eastend Martial Arts


    Association. One word from Eastend Martial Arts Association, and you will disappear from the face of


    this!”


    “My God-father is the benefactor of Eastend, Gavin Zachary. One word from him and your Linton


    Group will crumble in ashes!”


    p!


    Without uttering a single word, Zeke swiftly sent yet another p across his face. “You have no right to


    speak until you finish these two tes of pasta,” hemented.


    Now it was Zeke’s turn to be at a loss for words. This was no ordinary fool.


    He ims to be the star artiste of Grand Empire Group, yet he is still clueless that Grand Empire Group


    had changed ownership.


    Henry Jones was raving mad.


    Williams struck me repeatedly without warning and without reason.


    He could notprehend his thoughts at all.


    Not only that, but his face had swelled up!


    Mrs. Jones was in tears over her son and ran up to Zeke. “You filthy ba****d! How dare you touch my


    boy! I will kill you, kill you...”


    p!


    To everyone’s surprise, Zeke struck Mrs. Jones as well. “A mother has to take responsibility for her


    son’s mistakes as well. You are no better than him and need to be taught a lesson too,” he said to her


    after.