Chapter 273


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    Bet’s expression shifted abruptly. “It’s not Old Mr. Sable who’s behind this!”


    Finnegan sighed lightly and yed a voice message from Hailey on his phone.


    “Mr. Larkin, I overheard a conversation between Reginald and Mike. It appears Ms. Zimmerman’sa


    was orchestrated by Mike and Bishop. Their n was simple: wait until her parents were desperate,


    then have Liam deliver the antidote, making it seem like a miracle by the Sables. If the Sables then


    proposed marriage, given Firebird Group’s crisis, the Zimmermans might ept. They didn’t expect


    you to awaken Ms. Zimmerman earlier, ruining their n.”


    After the yback, Finnegan added, “Bernice’sa was induced by A Thousand Dreams, covertly


    given to Bishop by Mike to aid the Sables and his son. I was nning to confront Bishop about it at


    dinner tomorrow night at the Zimmerman residence!”


    As he spoke, Finnegan’s tone wasced with underlying fury, angered by the betrayal and collusion


    within Bernice’s circle. His decision to dine with Bernice wasrgely influenced by Hailey’s message.


    Moreover, he needed to keep Bishop and his party in line.


    Bet looked unsettled. “That proves the Sables have A Thousand Dreams, but it doesn’t confirm Old


    Mr. Sable ordered me to kill you.”


    Finnegan, smiling, held up three fingers. “First, A Thousand Dreams isn’tmon, and fewer than a


    hundred in Loang can make it. In Jadeborough, besides you and me, I doubt there’s a third. Second,


    your respectful reference to ‘Old Mr. Sable’ suggests a significant level of regard. Why else would you


    address him so honorably?”


    He continued with a yful tone, “Third, I have enemies, but currently, the Sables are the most eager


    to see me dead, and they once had A Thousand Dreams in their hands. Considering these points, I’m


    certain Reginald Sable is your benefactor, the one who tasked you with my assassination.”


    Bet opened his mouth to refute but halted at Finnegan’s confident demeanor. “You’re really


    cunning!”


    Finnegan, not directly interrogating Bet, had pieced together the mastermind from mere clues.


    Storing away his phone, he remarked, “I was just lucky to get that message today.”


    Without it, Finnegan might have suspected Bet’s connection to the Sables but wouldn’t have been


    so


    sure.


    Bet’s past was something he hadn’t discussed with Nancy, let alone an outsider. “You’re being too


    humble! Now, can you exin how you know so much about me?” he inquired, bewildered by


    Finnegan’s extensive knowledge despite his years of solitude.


    Finnegan responded, “The way I found out isn’t the main point. What’s important is that I’m aware of it.


    But don’t worry, I only know the basics, not the finer details.”


    Bet, understanding his imminent fate, nodded slightly, “It seems those facing death shouldn’t be


    too curious.” Closing his eyes, he made a final request, “Just don’t let Nancy know about her true


    parentage, and please don’t hold any grudges against her.”


    After some time, realizing Finnegan hadn’t taken any lethal action, Bet opened his eyes, puzzled.


    “Why haven’t you made your move yet?”


    Finnegan gestured for Duncan and Doom Star to back off, wearing a calm smile. “There’s no enmity


    between us. You intended to kill me as a favor repayment. Why would I kill you for that? Besides, I


    know now that Reginald is the real threat. And as for Nancy, she’s a good person. I don’t-


    Suddenly, Finnegan’s expression changed as he detected imminent danger.


    Puff!


    Before he could react, a burst of blood erupted from his heart. Staggering backward, he copsed.


    “Finnegan!” Bet eximed in shock, moving toward him. But before he could reach Finnegan, a


    bullet pierced his left shoulder, propelling him to the ground.


    Doom Star and Duncan, who had initially faded into the shadows, quickly reemerged, their attention on


    a distant power tower.


    Duncan then vanished among the fruit trees in pursuit, saying, “Sniper spotted, keep Mr. Finnegan


    safe!”


    Doom Star swiftly dragged Finnegan behind some trees for cover. After a brief hesitation, he also


    pulled Bet to safety,


    Grateful despite his injury, Bet thanked him. “Thank you.”


    Doom Star remained silent, his focus on Finnegan, whose heart area was drenched in blood. He


    quickly dialed Stephen’s number.


    When Sawyer emerged, Doom Star happened to be in the Wright residence and had obtained


    Stephen’s number as a result.


    “Mr. Finnegan has been shot! It looks… like he’s dead,” he reported urgently.


    Within ten minutes of the call, Jadeborough was engulfed in turmoil.


    Nuthana’s Military Department in Jadeborough dispatched three thousand troops to seal off major


    routes. The police department mobilized eight thousand officers from various branches for a thorough


    search of suburban areas.


    The passage to the neighboring port city was heavily fortified, permitting entry but barring exit.


    The eerie howls of the wind and tension heightened the senses of those attuned to the unrest, curious


    about what turmoil had befallen the Wright family.


    As the tension escted, Jerome and Keh also emerged from their homes, moving discreetly.


    Alexander, apanied by several experts, made his way quietly toward the Wright residence.


    Amidst this charged atmosphere, a helicopter belonging to the Jadeborough branch of the Military


    Department discreetlynded in the backyard of the Wright residence.


    Stephen, nked by a dozen guards, proceeded into the house, forming a protective circle as they


    entered the room adjacent to Waylynn’s sterile ward.


    Nathan’s expression darkened further. “Jerome, he’s in your hands now.”


    Jerome responded with a grave nod, “Don’t worry, Old Mr. Wright, I’ll do everything in my power to


    help


    Master.”


    Nathan, feeling overwhelmed by the crowd, said, “Too many people here can be a distraction. The rest


    of you,e with me outside.”


    Once outside, Nathan’s frustration boiled over. “What in the world is happening tonight?”  Co?tent оf


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    Doom Star’s indifferent gaze lingered on Bet.


    Nathan, following his line of sight, recognized Bet and paused, “Mr. Sanchez?” He was familiar


    with Bet due to his fondness for the pork chops at Bet Farmhouse.


    Stephen, offering a rueful smile, spoke, “Grandpa, it’s aplex situation. Mr. Sanchez, could you


    exin everything to my grandpa?”


    Bet, his left shoulder now bandaged, sighed lightly before recounting the night’s events, revealing


    his identity as a Grandmaster in the Preliminary Rank of Terra Realm.


    Upon hearing this, Nathan sneered, “I never expected a mere farm owner to possess such high-level


    cultivation.”


    Stephen, harboring feelings for Nancy, feltpelled to defend Bet. “Grandpa, Mr. Sanchez was


    merely repaying a debt to Reginald. The real person targeting Finnegan has nothing to do with him.


    He’s innocent.”


    “Innocent?” Nathan softly disagreed, “He’s more than just innocent. There’s a certain sadness in his


    story.”