Noah feels relieved upon seeing the system notification.
Earlier, Noah tried to avoid getting too angry or even thinking about killing him—he was worried that the Ultimate Revenge would appear, leaving him no choice but to take this stupid Jeremy’s life.
...
[Revenge Ledger Updated.]
[Target: Jeremy Morgan]
[Status: Active]
[Suggested Option: Humiliated | Send Him To Hospital ]
[Bonus: $75,000 | Personnel 10 | Skill 10]
[Would you like to start your revenge? (Y/N)]
...
Before Noah could decide, suddenly Jeremy’s scream echoed again.
"Release !" Gritting his teeth in anger and struggling to contain his tears, Jeremy shouted, "Motherfucker!! You broke my wrist... How dare you say you didn’t break it?"
"Did I break it?" Noah innocently asked and continued squeezing Jere’s wrist like a stress ball.
"AAHHHH MOTHERFUCKER I WILL KILL YOU!! YOU ARE DEAD!! DEATH!!"
Jeremy’s scream echoed through the room, leaving Alexander Morgan and the others even more shocked and concerned as they saw Noah’s surprising bravery in hurting Jeremy.
"Tsk! Tsk! You’re such a weakling! I’m disappointed in you, Jeremy..." Noah smiled, but to Jeremy, that smile felt less like warmth and more like mockery.
"Noah, let him go. You can’t use violence!" Alexander Morgan’s cold voice echoed.
Noah let go of Jeremy and turned to see Alexander Morgan.
"You can’t force ! If you insist, you’ll beco my enemy..." Noah said coldly as the air chilled to zero. "And, if you beco my enemy, I will ensure the downfall of the Morgan Group!"
When Noah noticed Alexander Morgan preparing to speak, he interrupted him.
"I have no issue if you wish to remove my father’s na or my own from your will. You can do that without requiring my signature. However..." Noah looked around the room, his eyes lingering on each person before he said firmly, "If you co after again, I won’t hesitate to ruin Morgan Group. So, please stay away and do not provoke !"
Noah didn’t plan to be provoked. It would be troubleso if it triggered his ultimate revenge.
How could he annihilate Morgan? It would shock his father if he woke up one day.
Noah approached the door, pleased by the looks of shock and fear on everyone’s faces. Yet, just before exiting, he turned back to glance at Andrew Morgan, a subtle smile gradually forming on his lips.
"If you intend to sue , go ahead, but this video and audio recording..." Noah gestured toward a small pin on his jacket, leaving everyone even more stunned. "Everything you just said will be leaked to the dia. You all will beco famous, including you, Mr. Patrick Langford."
Jeremy Morgan’s screams of pain suddenly ceased, leaving the room silent for a mont.
However, no one paid attention to him or tried to help because, at that mont, all focus was on the tightly closed door.
After seeing Noah’s confidence and threat—which seem unreal to them—everyone shares the sa thought: How can a country bumpkin like him possess such charisma? How is he able to intimidate them? Is this actually happening?
The silence lingered for several seconds before Isabel Reid finally broke it with her laugh.
A small laugh escaped her wrinkled lips before she said softly, "That young man is indeed Anderson’s son. His stubbornness is so stern, just like his father’s!"
Everyone was shocked by her words, and their faces showed a range of emotions.
So nodded in agreent, while others remained skeptical. One person, however, was clearly furious.
"Mother, we can’t accept him!" Andrew Morgan growled in annoyance as he approached his son, who appeared faint and remained in the sa position, half-lying on the table.
"Look! That bastard caused Jeremy to pass out! We need to sue him. Drag him to the police and get him locked up in jail," Andrew expressed his anger as he called an ambulance.
Still, everyone in the room was lost in their thoughts, reflecting on what Noah told them. He planned to expose them to the dia with the recording.
"No! We can’t do that, brother Andrew," the first daughter, Rachel Morgan, responded as she looked at her older brother. "If you insist, our entire Morgan Group will fade..."
Andrew’s annoyed stare was on Rachel. "What exactly are you trying to say, Rachel? Why are you scared of a bastard like him? He is bluffing! He’s not going to do that. He’s just shouting to scare us with the recording...I believe he didn’t have it!"
Rachel laughed bitterly instead of complying with Andrew.
"Did you forget how Brother Anderson built his empire without us knowing, let alone our help? Only recently did everyone know he owned Golden Phoenix Group. If Brother Aderson could do that, his son definitely could crush us if he wishes."
"No! He won’t—" Andrew’s voice abruptly stopped when Alexander Morgan patted his shoulder.
"What your sister Rachel ntioned is correct, Andrew! We shouldn’t report him to the police imdiately, but learning more about him is crucial. Let’s take so ti to observe him before deciding what to do next," Alexander said thoughtfully.
Andrew Morgan swallowed his anger, staring at his father with mixed emotions. He said nothing more and only focused on his son. But, in his mind, he already has a grand plan to bring down that bastard! He won’t allow him to have a chance to take all his brother’s assets!
...
Noah closed the door behind him, his upper lip slightly raised to curl into a satisfied smile.
"Sir, is everything alright?"
Edgar hurried over to Noah, inspecting him from head to toe with concern. He worried about Noah’s safety, especially after hearing a scream monts ago. Although he felt the need to rush inside multiple tis, he hesitated, reminded himself of what Noah had told him earlier, and realized Noah wasn’t calling for help.
"Yes, everything is as I expected. Why do you still think those people inside can surprise , let alone hurt ?"
Noah stifled a laugh, finding Edgar’s panic amusing.
"Alright, Edgar, let’s get out of here! This place makes want to vomit."
A sigh of relief escaped Edgar as he followed Noah, marching out of the house. He attempted to glance at Noah several tis, wanting to ask what had happened inside.
But just as Edgar was about to ask, Noah paused, turning to look at him with a worried expression that made Edgar feel a bit uneasy.
"Oh, and Edgar, please find a lawyer! The best one."
"A lawyer? May I ask why you need a lawyer, Sir?"
"Of course, you may. The people I just t might sue for breaking Jeremy Morgan’s wrist! What a weak brat!"
Edgar, "...."
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