Chapter 353


    Noah was expelled from Pollerton after that and went out of the country. Simon, on the other hand,


    retired early.


    Zayne and the rest then emerged and became the new force in Pollerton.


    About five to six years ago, Simon returned and was hired to run Grand Myer Hotel, shocking the


    people at Pollerton.


    That gave a new perspective to the crowd about Grand Myer Hotel. The big boss behind the hotel


    had to be someone with horrifying power to be able to hire Simon—the former Prince of Pollerton—


    to run the hotel.


    “What should we do now?” Beatrice paced around anxiously.


    Even though it was not Ysabel and she who did it, it would not have happened if Ysabel did not


    bring Donald over today.


    Now, the entire Stern family would push the responsibility on her and Ysabel for sure!


    Beatrice had heard about Simon before. It was because of Simon, who ran Grand Myer Hotel, that


    the hotel had never encountered any missing valuable items or vandalism throughout the years of


    its operation.


    From the sound of the shattering of the fishbowl to the sound of footsteps ringing out behind the


    door, it only took thirty seconds.


    N?vel(D)rama.Org''s content.


    Over a hundred of security guards in uniform showed up at the door with electric batons in their


    hands as they looked inside the hall coldly.


    One could tell that those security guards were skillful inbat arts, given their well-built


    physiques.


    Right after that, they split themselves and lined up in two rows, making a clear path in between


    them. The next second, a man in his fifties showed himself.


    He was none other than Simon Cook.


    Donning a full suit, he looked like a big shot. Despite being in his fifties, he walked in with the


    support of a cane.


    With a frigid expression, he nced at the fishbowl and the dead Arapaima fish in a pool of blood.


    An impending storm seemed to intensify within his eyes.


    When he noticed at the famous painting hanging on the wall, his pupils contracted instantly.


    Then, he turned around slowly and looked in Mason''s direction. “You did it. I''ve checked from the


    footage of the surveince cameras earlier.”


    Mason''s face turned pale instantly, and he shook his head fervently. “No, no. It wasn''t me. I didn''t do


    it...”


    He could not speak coherently anymore. Quickly, he ran toward Adrian and hid behind thetter.


    “Dad, save me...”


    It was evident he had heard about Simon.


    That person was a horrifyingly powerful man who had fought from the west dock of Pollerton to


    Pollerton Estates.


    Adrian had no choice but to approach Simon, saying, “Nice to meet you, Mr. Cook. My name is


    Adrian Stern. I''m the manager of Yund Group who is in charge of the toll stations.”


    He knew that he could not settle that matter on his own. Hence, he brought Yund Group to the


    table.


    To him, even if Simon paid no respect to him, the former would at least consider Yund Group''s


    reputation.


    Sure enough, Simon''s expression softened slightly at the mention of Yund Group. “Ah, so you''re


    Adrian. I''ve heard of you. You''re quite skillful.”


    A hint of delight crept onto Adrian''s face. Secretly, he patted Mason, who was petrified behind him.


    “I''m ttered, Mr. Cook. I''m just keeping up throughout these years.”


    Simon nodded in response, but he changed the topic abruptly. “However, do you know how much all


    these are worth?”


    As he spoke, he pointed at the famous painting on the wall, the shattered fishbowl, and the dead


    body of the Arapaima fish.


    Adrian replied, “I know it roughly.”


    Smiling, Simon shook his head. “No. You don''t.”


    Startled, Adrian did not know what that statement meant.


    Simon continued, “Mr. Tristan Lane got the famous painting from the royal family of West Epea back


    then. Maybe to you, five or six million is eptable. However, you won''t be able to take it for the


    price of the fishbowl and the Arapaima fish!” Adrian''s heart sank to the bottom at his words. “Please


    borate.”


    “The autograph on the fishbowl was personally signed by the one who made it. Back in those days,


    when Mr. Lane brought the fishbowl from outside the country, he had been on three battlefields and


    was shot eighteen times. Yet, he had never given up on the fishbowl. As for the fish, it was also


    brought from the battlefield outside the country by Mr. Lane. So, tell me, aren''t they priceless?”


    Narrowing his eyes, Simon continued, “I forgot to tell you, Mr. Lane is my superior. He''s also the


    boss of Charles


    Langford, the richest man in Pollerton!”