Chapter 150


    Jack stared coldly at Usama and thought, “Does he want to serve me with his bad character?”


    Jack frowned slightly and cast a chill nce. He had already guessed the car ident, but he still


    looked livid when Usama confessed it. Samantha was really a bad woman! Once one was evil-minded,


    they wouldn’t be able to get back on track.


    “Michael,” Jack whispered, “bring Liam home.”


    Michael looked at him and couldn’t understand what he meant.


    Jack said in a gentle voice, “Liam hasn’t been home since Grandpa’s return. Grandpa misses him.” No


    one knew what Jack wanted to do.


    “Yes.” Michael bowed respectfully.


    Usama felt that the people here were well trained and didn’t serve Jack for money, looking as if they


    obeyed submissively with all their heart.


    It was not surprising because the man was Jack.


    “Do you want to work for me?” Jack took a second cold nce at Usama and asked, “You think I’ll say


    yes?”


    Usama knew his own ce and then shook his head.


    Jack looked away and stopped talking to him. A person like Usama only valued money but not his


    boss.”


    A whileter, Jack spoke, “Michael, go to the door for Samantha. She’s almost here.”


    “Yes,” answered Michael.


    Then Michael turned away.


    Jack had a strong hunch that Samantha woulde despite her reluctance.


    Samantha had tried to hurt Violet, so Michael hated her even more!


    Now only Violet and Zephyr were in a VIP ward.


    Instead of guarding the door, Zephyr stayed with Violet in the ward.


    Zephyr and Michael gave Violet the same impression. She found that Jack’s subordinates were


    handsome, young, and upright.


    Zephyr was a little embarrassed under Violet’s gaze and smiled. “Ms. Yeager, are you suspicious of


    me?”


    Violet shook her head and asked, “How is Grandpa?”


    “He’s fine.”


    Violet nodded before asking, “Has Jack’s parents divorced? Where’s his mother?”


    “Ms. Yeager.” Zephyr was a man of principle. “Mr. Yancey will tell you if he wants to.”


    Violet was stunned.


    Zephyr looked at her and exined, “It’s his family affair. I never gossip about anyone but myself.


    Sorry.”


    Violet raised her eyebrows. In her mind, Zephyr was good and trustworthy.


    Violet continued, “Why did Jack go out? What happened?”


    “Ms. Yeager, Mr. Yancey will be backter, so you can ask him then. I’m waiting here with you. How do


    I know what’s going on outside?”


    “Hey!” Violet grumbled, “You guys are all so loyal! Always refuse to answer my questions!”


    Zephyr smiled. “That’s the principle.”


    Violet thought, ‘Good. So many people are working for Jack with all their hearts.


    Why does he feel lonely? He’s actually very rich.


    When Samantha’s car came into his sight, Michael stood at the main building entrance with gloomy


    eyes. He didn’t intend to go out to greet her.


    In the past, he would go out for the sake of decency, no matter how bad Jack’s rtionship with


    Samantha was. But now Michael wanted to p her in the face.


    12:09


    Samantha got off the car without receiving anyone’s greetings. She saw Michael at a nce, who


    seemed not toe over. Then she had to walk towards him.


    The two people looked at each other and got closer. Michael didn’t say hello to Samantha. His gaze


    was cold and his anger


    subdued.


    Samantha frowned and thought, ‘Is even Michael giving me this attitude?


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    It’s easy to imagine Jack’s expression now


    Samantha stopped before Michael. After a warning nce, Michael turned away in silence.


    Samantha felt very bad, but she followed behind Michael.


    “Hello, Mrs. Yancey,” one employee greeted.


    “Mrs. Yancey, you’re here?” another one asked.


    “Hello, Michael”


    In thepany hall, some staff passed by and greeted them, while Samantha quickly regained her


    composure. She smiled and nodded at the staff as if she was the hostess here.


    Because she was Jack’s stepmother, the staff treated her with respect.


    Michael led Samantha to the door of the reception room. Although she looked calm, she was nervous


    inwardly.


    When Samantha saw a line of cool bodyguards standing inside and Usama trembling on his knees, she


    realized that the situation was very bad.


    Jack sat on the sofa with his back to the door. Hearing the footsteps, he concluded that Samantha was


    arriving.


    “Mrs. Yancey!” Usama seemed to see a savior and shouted, “Mrs. Yancey, please help me! Please!


    Mrs. Yancey!”


    Usama screwed up the trifling thing, so Samantha couldn’t wait to kill him! She cast a chill nce at


    him!


    Only Usama called her “Mrs. Yancey”, while none of Jack’s men greeted her.


    In the past, they would have greeted her “Mrs. Yancey” politely, no matter whether they liked her or not.


    But now, it was obvious that she and Jack were in open confrontation. Since Jack was angry, no one


    dared to greet her.


    Samantha sat opposite Jack without his permission, looking elegant and calm. She nced coldly at


    Jack.


    When their eyes met, Jack’s aura was overwhelming to Samantha. He questioned the unwise woman,


    “My repeated forbearance will only make you even more outrageous, is that so?”


    Samantha was flustered but looked calm. “What are you gonna do to me for Violet?”


    Jack disliked her attitude and grunted. He frowned, and a murder shed in his chill eyes!


    At this point, Jack’s subordinate took out an infusion needle. Samantha turned to look at it with


    puzzlement.


    Next, two tall bodyguards controlled Samantha from behind the sofa!


    “What are you doing? Let go of me!” Samantha struggled instinctively, but their strong force made her


    unable to move!


    Michael stepped forward to fetch the infusion needle from a bodyguard, while another bodyguard put a


    IV pole in front of Samantha. In a panic, Samantha saw the medicine bottle on the table. “What do you


    want? What medicine is this?”


    No one answered her, and Michael hung up the medicine bottle.


    “Usama! What is this medicine?” Samantha turned pale. She looked at Usama helplessly and


    anxiously. “Tell me! What is it?!”


    Usama knelt on the ground. After a long state of trepidation, his brain was buzzing. “It’s… your


    medicine. I injected it into the drip. Mr. Yancey intercepted me when I took this into the ward.”


    What?!


    Samantha looked at the silver needle in Michael’s hand and screamed, “No! No!” She struggled


    desperately. “No!” She had never experienced such despair and fear in her whole life.