Chapter 118 Will You Despise Me


    Chapter 118 Will You Despise Me


    Jericho stared at Zander, unable to utter a word.


    "I will help my grandfather remove his doubts," Zander said, ncing at him. "Jericho, all you need to


    do is help me get rid of those people. You don''t have to worry about the rest."


    His sarcastic tone further convinced Jericho that he wanted to get rid of the old man as well.


    Zander dismissed Liam and took out and nning map, on which he marked an excellent location in


    the center of Emberfall.


    "This ce has a high flow of people and can be considered a prime zone." He chuckled. "After this is


    done, I will talk to the authorities and give thend to you. How does it sound?"


    Jericho pursed his lips and remained silent.


    "Jericho." Zander patted his shoulder. "You are an ambitious person, ruthless and cunning. I see that in


    you."


    "This thing will benefit both of us. Consider it carefully!"


    Jericho''s finger touched the nning map. Thend area wasrge, with immeasurable appreciation


    potential. It was not an exaggeration to say that every inch ofnd was valuable.


    Noah''s life was surely worth a lot.


    Jericho chuckled and looked up at him. "Mr. Zander, may I ask where Noash is?"


    "He''s said to be in Mintwale," Zander replied, narrowing his eyes. "Or maybe it''s Linton. After the ne


    crash, he sought refuge with his grandfather on his mother''s side."


    "How am I supposed to get rid of him then?"


    "You''ll have to find out by yourself," Zander smirked. "That''s why I turned to you."


    Jericho nodded, raised his ss, and tossed off the wine.


    It seemed this guy didn''t know that Noah was in Eldoria or that he was already married.


    ...


    Jericho returned to Eldoria with an additional ck suitcase in his luggage.


    It was full of cash, neatly stacked into twenty piles. It was Zander''s token of regard.


    Jericho sneered and left it to his subordinates.


    "Mr. Hart." One of them nced around and whispered, "Killing Noah is an easy task for us. Should we


    go and do it now?"


    Jericho''s eyes dimmed, and he spoke slowly after a long silence, "Noah is the heir favored by Pater. He


    will likely seed the Martinez Group someday."


    "But Mr. Zander means to get rid of Pater as well."


    "Heh, does he really think his grandfather is old?" Jericho lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and


    exhaled slowly. "As the saying goes, age brings wisdom. No matter how old Pater is, he''s still better


    than a callow youth."


    "If we kill Noah and the matter is exposed, Zander will push all the me onto me." Jericho sneered.


    "Moreover, given his character, he probably has hired someone else for the job too."


    Jericho''s subordinates were puzzled.


    Jericho pondered for a moment and continued to mutter to himself, "But if I disclose this information to


    Noah and make him aware, there''s a chance of making friends with him."


    "Mr. Hart, what do you mean?"


    "Take no action for now!" Jericho replied, stressing his tone.


    He then took his coat and quickly disappeared into the streets.


    He drove aimlessly in his car and finally stopped in an alley behind Purple Iris.


    He was curious about what Noah was doing at that moment.


    So, he quietly approached the courtyard. It was already past afternoon tea time, and through the floor-


    to-ceiling window, he saw that the shop was not busy.


    Behind the counter, Stell was checking the ount. She was very focused, bncing the ledger while


    using a calctor.


    Sitting next to her, Noah asionally fanned her, poured water for her, or massaged her shoulders.


    Jericho was somewhat stunned.


    He had never thought that a lofty man like Noah would have such an ordinary side.


    Probably because of a mistake in the book, Ste talked to Noah with a serious expression. The 6''2-tall


    man bowed his head like an erroneous child.


    This scene shook Jericho to the core.


    When Noah was with Ste, he behaved like a househusband. Like millions of other men, he was


    afraid of his wife, had no position in the family, and had to hand in his earnings.


    He didn''t care about his previously exalted status, and he enjoyed such a mundane life.


    Jericho''s heart skipped a beat, and he clenched his fists.


    The door to the coffee shop was open. As he moved closer, he could hear their conversation.


    "Darling, just listen to me. The prices should be lowered."


    "But we sell good products. We shouldn''t devalue ourselves."


    "It''s not like selling at a loss. It''s just slightly cheaper than the usual price, with small profits and high


    sales." Ste persisted. "Take these desserts, for example. If they''re not sold by the end of the day, we


    can discount them in the evening. It''s better than keeping them until the next day, when they won''t be


    fresh anymore."


    Noah looked at her with fond eyes and lightly curled his lips.


    Having grown up in the Martinez family, he naturally understood the rules of business.


    But Ste had to work and take care of the shop, waking up early and workingte to make pastries


    and coffee. He didn''t want her hard work to be sold at a discount.


    He would rather have them himself than let others bargain.


    "If they can''t be sold, so be it," he said softly. "I am keeping the shop anyway. I will..."


    "What will you do?" Ste tapped his head with a pen. "Darling, we''re running a business. If you keep


    eating like this, we will be out of business."


    Noahughed.


    He used to hate desserts. When they had just gotten married, Ste bought him a cup of coffee with


    sugar, but he turned it down with a sullen face.


    And now he was addicted to sweets.


    The desserts and his sweet wife were the whole world for him.


    Ste helplessly poked his belly with her finger and mischievously raised her eyes. "Hey, have you


    been eating too many sweetstely orcking exercise?"


    Noah was taken aback. "Am I getting fat?"


    She smiled knowingly. "I can tell your belly is bulging."


    He touched his belly and then looked up at her. "Honey, will you despise me when I am old and fat?"


    "Well, I don''t know," she teased. "Let''s wait until that dayes. If you really be unbearable, I


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    think I''ll urge you to lose weight, not for the sake of appearance but for your health."


    Noah paused, and a warm feeling surged in his heart.


    "Ms. Ste," he said solemnly, "if I do get fat, it''ll be your fault for fattening me up. If you make my belly


    grow bigger, you''ll have to take responsibility for it."


    "You..." Ste chuckled helplessly and threw herself into his arms.


    She secretly touched his belly, which, in fact, was still firm with his abs and Apollo''s Belt.


    She blushed and snickered.


    Then she noticed a figure passing by in the courtyard.


    Noah also noticed and immediately became wary. Then Jericho was seen strolling inside.


    Noah''s face darkened.


    "Why, not wee me?" Jericho smiled, finding a random seat and ncing at the menu. "Give me an


    afternoonbo, and no sugar in my coffee."


    Ste didn''t move.


    Noah shielded her before stepping forward and staring coldly at the man. "Jericho, what do you want?"