NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 191
At that moment Ethan rose from his seat, his movements slow but deliberate. His gaze was no longer fixed on the floor; instead, his eyes burned with a quiet intensity, a storm brewing behind his calm exterior.
He didn't need confirmation—he already knew who was behind this. The Silver family.
The thought made his jaw tighten, but he exhaled slowly, reigning in his anger.
'I can't go after them as Ethan Winston,'
he thought. That's a battle I won't win.
'But as the godly investor… '
A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. I'll bring them to their knees.
Without wasting any more time he left the office, Stepping out of the hospital, He pulled out his phone and dialed. The line clicked after a few rings, and a gruff voice answered, "Boss?"
"Status," Ethan said curtly, his tone leaving no room for small talk.
However There was a pause before the man on the other end responded, his voice filled with guilt. "We… We failed, Boss. We couldn't save you in time. But we managed to get a photo of the truck and the driver."
At that moment Ethan raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
"You thought I was dead?" he asked, his tone calm but sharp enough to make the man hesitate.
"We thought you were gone, Boss," the man admitted, his voice heavy with regret. "We were already planning to avenge you. Didn't know you were still alive."
Ethan let out a dry chuckle, the sound cold and calculated.
"I don't need revenge."
Ethan ended the call with a sharp, "I'm coming to your location,"
his voice carrying an edge that left no room for argument. He slipped into the cab, his jaw clenched as he navigated the quiet streets. His mind was already racing ahead, piecing together the puzzle of the attempt on his life.
When he arrived at the gang's hideout—a dimly lit warehouse on the outskirts of the city—several figures emerged to greet him. They looked relieved to see him alive, but their expressions were clouded with tension. One of the men, tall with a scar running across his cheek, stepped forward.
"Boss, we've been digging," the scarred man said. "You need to see this."
Ethan followed him into the warehouse, the air inside thick with smoke and the faint scent of oil. On a cluttered table lay a series of photos, notes, and a laptop displaying blurry surveillance footage.
"We ran the plates on the truck," the man continued, gesturing toward a printout. "They're fake. Completely untraceable."
Upon hearing what the man just said, Ethan's eyes narrowed as he scanned the images, his mind processing the information quickly. "And the driver?" he asked, his tone even but cold.
Another gang member, shorter but with a wiry build, chimed in.
"We identified him. He's an assassin—works in underground society. Goes by the name 'Black Jack.' Real piece of work. Looks like someone put a bounty on your head."
Ethan's gaze flicked to the man, his expression unreadable. "And the bounty?"
The scarred man exchanged a glance with his colleague before replying. "It's been closed. Word on the street is… you've been proclaimed dead."
At that moment Ethan's fists clenched tightly, his knuckles whitening as the anger simmered beneath his calm exterior. The Silver family had crossed a line, and they would pay for it.
At that moment He reached for his phone, his movements sharp and purposeful, and dialed Naomi's number. The call connected almost instantly.
" Naomi," Ethan said, his voice cold and deliberate. "I need you to arrange a meeting with the head of the Silver family and the godly investor. But it has to be private. I want to catch him off guard."
However Naomi hesitated for only a moment, her tone professional but laced with curiosity. "A private meeting? That's… not easy, Ethan. The Silver family doesn't do unexpected things."
Upon hearing what Naomi just said Ethan's jaw tightened.
"Find a way. I don't care how you do it. I need a location where I can meet the old master of the Silver family—somewhere he doesn't expect."
Naomi exhaled softly on the other end. "Alright," she said. "I'll look into it and get back to you."
without wasting anymore time Ethan ended the call without another word, his mind already racing with possibilities. Meanwhile, Naomi wasted no time. She began making discreet inquiries, her network of contacts moving swiftly. Within hours, she received the information she needed: the old master of the Silver family had a habit of spending his free time in a secluded private club Find exclusive stories on empire
She smiled faintly, satisfied with the lead, and immediately prepared to inform Ethan. The wheels were now in motion, and the stage was being set for an encounter that no one would see coming.
Two days from now, the old master of the Silver family would be at the exclusive golf course he frequented. Naomi secured a spot for Ethan, ensuring he would have the perfect opportunity to approach him.
"It's booked," Naomi informed Ethan over the phone. "You'll have your chance to meet him during his usual round."
Ethan nodded, even though she couldn't see him. "Good," he replied. "In the meantime, I need you to send me the contracts that were offered to Serenity's family. I want to know if the silver would be profiting off those deals."
"They've been signed already," Naomi reminded him, her tone cautious.
"I know," Ethan cut her off. "That's exactly why I need to see the fine print. The York family has signed far too many contracts with them and I was to know if they would be beneficiary to anything before I give the final order."
However Naomi didn't press further. "I'll send the files immediately," she said.
Minutes later, Ethan's phone buzzed. The files had arrived. He skimmed through the first few pages, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in the details. "I'll study these when I get home," he murmured to himself, setting the phone down on the desk.
Before he could think further, another notification popped up. This one wasn't about contracts or business—it was from the school football group. He opened the message, his brows lifting slightly. [A football game is scheduled for tonight—a final match.]