POSSESSION: The Hidden Omega In All Alphas' Academy [BL] Chapter 151: Rupert Godwin

The Godwin mansion was located at the Eastport town, which was also known as the twin city of Westport, at a distance of only 80 km. The owner of the mansion, Rupert Godwin, was also known as the ’Cri Lord’ of the city.

In his early 50s, handso with a sharp facial feature, an intimidating aura, and dominant Alpha Rupert was the richest man in Eastport with countless business emporiums under his na, but everyone in the city knew most of his wealth belonged from the dirty money that ca from the exploitation of sweat and blood of poor helpless people, mostly ogas, who were only set free after their death.

But no one dared to speak it over his face, fearing their tongue might be cut off brutally for speaking against the Cri Lord of the city.

Coincidentally, Dolemort and Rupert t each other in one of the country’s biggest investor etings, and their quick encounter led them to beco great rivals in the business world, despite having a cordial facade of friendship in front of the dia outlets.

Even though both of them were considered the greatest in their own cities, no matter how much Rupert tried to expand his business, he could never defeat the stock prices and soaring business of Dolemort’s Lumina Pharmaceuticals, not once in the last 10 years.

But the desperation ultimately turned into Rupert’s lifeti goal to defeat Dolemort once and beco the most successful business empire in the country. However, the dark truth that was hidden beneath his business growth was that most of his profits ca from JW Company, the criminal loanshark organization that had gaslighted Marita for giving up her organs in exchange for money.

It was one of the policies set by JW’s Boss, Rupert himself, to target helpless ogas and convince them to give up their organs, bribing them with money. The smuggling of organs had always given him soaring high profits if the organs were taken from healthy persons. But they weren’t only limited to ogas for the business.

JW group was an organization made up of gangsters who were involved in kidnapping, murder, sexual abuse of minors, and many heinous cris. But the police or laws could do nothing against them since they were backed up by the Cri Lord himself.

Just like Dolemort, Rupert also had created an intimidating aura about himself which served as a warning even to the police officers to never ss with him.

Like any ordinary day, seated inside the drawing hall room of his luxurious mansion with his majestic figure wearing a silk night robe, Rupert was gazing at a tabloid that had the report of the highest-grossing company for the past month in the whole country.

Since his business with JW Group was a little low last month, he scowled his thick bushy brows to see Dolemort’s na at the top. Instead of the second position, this ti his na was at the 5th position, which made him clench his thin bearded sharp jawline.

"Fuck!" With an angry growl when he switched off the tab, he heard the footsteps of two young n dressed in black suits, belonging to the JW group walking towards his couch in fearful steps. When he coldly lifted his dark brown eyes at him, one among those young n stepped forward and bowed before him, "G-Good morning, B-Big Boss!"

"Cut with your shitty greetings and answer , why the fuck business is running low these days? How hard it is for you guys to trap a damn oga or beta with money and snag their organs? I had told you strictly to bring good quality organs...but this month too you managed to get the organ of a fuckin’ frail oga with a poor heart condition! It won’t even bear us much profit after the smuggling! What the hell is wrong with you all? Why the hell I am paying you fuckers if this is all I get in return!?"

Rupert’s vicious growl shuddered that guy in fear as he couldn’t muster the courage to look into his dark furious eyes while he spoke. Though that guy seed to be in a high position at the JW Group, he was shaking like a leaf in front of him while giving him the report, "B-Boss, we apologize. T-This month we went into trouble by taking the organ of that damn oga.

"We thought she was just a helpless single mother with no backup, but we were proven terribly wrong. After the organ transfer, she was shifted to a big hospital in Bethel town, and a young guy, seemingly of age 19-20 years, had brutally smashed our subordinate’s head and face against a glass mirror. The injury was so critical that his left eye lost vision forever, and his tongue was completely scraped with broken glass. His face had gone through critical surgery, but it was a possibility that his tongue might be operated out as well."

"Who’s that fuckin’ twerp who beat up our n?"

Rupert lit a cigar while urging him in a cold voice, which made the guy anxious as he answered, "W-We don’t know Boss. That guy was young but he had a monstrous strength! His face and hair were covered with a mask and a cap, but he cost us a huge damage..."

"19-20 year old you say, huh? So...you guys have beco worthless enough to get beaten up by kids now, huh?"

Crossing his taut muscular legs, his sleek black hairs with a few visible grey hairs in them shimred under the sunlight, when Rupert grumbled with a scary sneer, "If you all have beco so fuckin’ pathetic, then it’s no use paying you guys, and run the organization either. It’s not your sole damage...it’s my loss too, dammit!

"If you can’t think of a way of compensating , I will just have to grab out all of your organs and dump your bodies in the sea. I don’t think there’s any other possibility because I can’t stand your pathetic carelessness anymore..."