Chapter 697 Here to Protect President Wynn
"You''re all sweaty. Go take a shower. I will buy some ingredients on my way home to make a meal
that will replenish your body."
Kingsley grinned. "Just replenishing won''t do. I''ll need to drain some of them or I''ll suffer from being
overnourished."
Reene red at him yfully. "Alright. I need to leave for work now. Be good and wait for me at
home."
With that, she walked toward the garage.
Suddenly, Kingsley remembered something and yelled, "Reene, there will probably be a few people
around yourpany today, but don''t worry, they are all on our side. They''re responsible for your
safety!"
He was worried that Jarett might harm Reene.
Therefore, he specifically instructed Lancer to arrange for a few men to disguise themselves and
stand guard near Neveah to protect Reene''s safety.
Reene smiled reassuringly. "Don''t worry, Kingsley."
After speaking, she got into the car and drove toward thepany.
When she arrived at the Neveah''s parking lot, she looked around carefully but couldn''t spot anyone
watching over her.
She guessed the other party might be hiding in the dark, so she didn''t think much about it and went
straight up the elevator.
At this moment, in a corner behind the Neveah building, a group of over twenty people gathered
there.
Among them, three young men stood tall with righteous looks on their faces.
They were the warriors Lancer had sent from Coliree Ind.
Standing before the three men were the three rows of groups consisting of six to seven people.
Those men hung their heads and dared not speak.
Several of them had bruises on their faces, clearly just having been beaten.
The leading Coliree Ind warrior demanded, "Who are you people? What were you doing
sneaking around Neveah? Are you trying to harm President Wynn? Hurry up and confess your
crimes. Otherwise, I don''t mind beating you up again."
A young man in the front row quickly waved his hands. "No, sir, you''ve misunderstood! We don''t
want to harm President Wynn! We are here to protect her!"
"We are from the Jeanne Gang! Our boss, Miss Jeanne, is President Wynn''s sister! She sent us to
protect President Wynn!"
"People from the Jeanne Gang?" The Coliree Ind warrior''s expression remained serious. "Are the
other two groups behind you also with you?"
The members of Jeanne Gang shook their heads. "Only the first row are from Jeanne Gang! The
rest have nothing to do with us!"
The people in the second row, afraid of being beaten again, quickly identified themselves. "We are
Kenny Shane''s subordinates. We are on the same side. We saved President Wynn yesterday, so
she must remember us!"
After listening to their introductions, the warrior seemed to have rxed.
Kenny had recently been helping them keep watch at Thinking Cup Coffee.
Therefore, he trusted Kenny''s men.
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The young warrior turned his gaze to the people on the third row. "Don''t tell me you guys are also
here to protect President Wynn too?"
The people on the third row admitted with bitter expressions, "Yes, we are here to protect President
Wynn too!"
They were neither under President Wynn''s sister nor connected with the three young warriors.
Each of them could feel their legs trembling due to being uncertain and scared.
The young warrior frowned as he scrutinized them. "Who are you people? Why are you here to
protect President Wynn?"
"W-We are Mr. Howe''s men..." one of them stammered. "Yesterday, our boss heard from Boss
Nicholson... that President Wynn was kidnapped. He was worried that someone else might harm
President Wynn, so he sent us..."
Upon hearing the name "Boss Nicholson," the three young warriors instinctively stood upright.
They knew that the "Boss Nicholson" mentioned by these small-time gangsters must be the God of
War, Kingsley Nicholson.