Chapter 679: Afterward


    Chapter 679: Afterward


    Afterward, Ben Watson left excitedly. As he watched Ben Watson''s departing figure, a cold sneer


    appeared at the corner of Candace Nance''s mouth.


    At the same time, Chris and his friends returned to the East Coast. They didn''t go straight back to


    Cloud Bay but instead went to the East Coast sanatorium with Tiger and the others.


    Inside the white two-story building, Michael Collins was lying in a chair at the entrance, basking in the


    sun. Several men in ck suits were surrounding him. These men were sent by James Mester to keep


    an eye on Michael Collins.


    At this moment, Michael Collins had snow-white hair and a face full of wrinkles. He looked extremely


    old. The deaths of Laurence Collins and Loretta had been a massive blow to him! Ever since the father


    and daughter died, Michael Collins had been monitored 24 hours a day. The man had be a


    "Grandpa, how have you been?" Chris walked over with a smile.


    Michael Collins slowly opened his eyes and nced at Chris, "Don''t pretend to bepassionate. Get


    out of my sight!"


    Michael Collins hated Chris to the bone. After all, he had nothing left now, and Chris couldn''t possibly


    kill him. Why would he give Chris a good attitude?


    Hearing Michael Collins''s words, Chris didn''t get angry. He just smiled, "Since you''re enjoying the sun


    here, I won''t disturb you." With that, Chris left with Tiger.


    As he watched Chris''s departing figure, Michael Collins''s eyes revealed a hint of hidden cunning. He


    muttered to himself, "That bastard Chris is definitely up to no good. It seems like Henry Jefferson is in


    trouble this time!"


    Michael Collins knew Chris all too well. Chris was a harbinger of bad luck. Whenever he showed up,


    nothing good could happen. He hade to find Henry Jefferson, and Henry Jefferson was bound to


    be in trouble!


    With this thought, a gleeful look appeared in Michael Collins''s eyes. He had fought with Henry


    Jefferson for a lifetime. Now that he had fallen into such a sorry state, it seemed that Henry Jefferson


    wouldn''t fare much better!


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    In another two-story building, Henry Jefferson''s eyelids suddenly twitched. He had a bad feeling in his


    heart, as if some misfortune was about to happen.


    Just then, the sound of footsteps approached. Henry Jefferson turned his head to look and saw Chris!


    Seeing his son-inw, he trembled as if he had seen a devil, almost stumbling.


    "Ha ha ha!" Chrisughed, "Grandpa, how have you been?"


    Henry Jefferson forced a smile, "Fine! Fine! What do you want from me?"


    His only thought now was to quickly send Chris, the harbinger of bad luck, away!


    "Hehe!" Chrisughed lightly and suddenly asked, "Grandpa, have you seen Patrick recently?"


    "Patrick?" Hearing this, Henry Jefferson''s heart began to pound violently!


    What did he mean? Had Chris seen Patrick Jefferson? Impossible! Patrick Jefferson had joined the


    Ghost Sect. How could Chris have possibly met him? Even if he had, Chris wouldn''t stand a chance


    against the Ghost Sect!


    Was Chris trying to deceive him today?


    In an instant, countless thoughts raced through Henry Jefferson''s mind. He took a deep breath and


    and thrown onto a bridge to beg, wasn''t he? How could I have seen him?"


    As he spoke, endless resentment surged in Henry Jefferson''s heart! If it hadn''t been for Chris, his


    grandson wouldn''t have be a wretched creature caught between life and death!


    "Oh? Really?" Chris pretended to be puzzled, "You really haven''t seen him? That''s strange. How did I


    see Patrick Jefferson in the Jefferson vige a few days ago? Did I mistake someone else for him?"