Chapter 365: Chapter 365: The Truth Behind the Death of the Third Young Master (1) Chapter 365: Chapter 365: The Truth Behind the Death of the Third Young Master (1) In the car, Waylon Lewis grasped Hope Williams’ hand, his brows knitting together with concern as he asked, “Do you know them?”
Hope shook her head, “No, I don’t.”
She was more than unfamiliar with these people; she had never even seen their faces, otherwise she wouldn’t have completely no mory of them.
But it seed like they knew her!
Waylon Lewis pursed his lips and remained silent. Those individuals were not of simple identities, they held a deep hostility towards him, and they shared the surna Williams.
Seeing a faint worry flickering across Waylon Lewis’ face, Hope couldn’t help but furrow her brows, “What’s wrong? Did you find sothing?”
Waylon Lewis paused for a mont, “No, I’ll take you ho first.”
Hope’s eyes clouded with suspicion, but she did not press further and rely nodded her head.
“Did you find any results with your investigation about Jayden’s matter?”
“Yep.” A chill flashed across Waylon Lewis’ composed face, “It’s inextricably linked to the Fuller Family; the traitor uncovered from the old residence confessed that they were instructed by Walker Fuller.”
Walker Fuller was Old Master Fuller.
“As expected.” Hope frowned, “When you think about it, only the Fuller Family could do sothing like this. Is there any evidence now?”
The confessions of these people alone were not enough to prove that it was surely Walker Fuller who sent the assassin. There was no substantial evidence.
“No, these people only confessed to being instructed by Walker Fuller to infiltrate the Lewis Family and report back on the situation at all tis, but they all claid ignorance regarding that incident from the past.”
Walker Fuller, being such a cautious person, certainly wouldn’t inform these people about an issue of such importance, nor did they have the capability to execute such a task.
Hope saw Waylon Lewis’ expression turn sowhat solemn, driven purely by an urgent desire to bring the real culprit to justice.
Hope took a deep breath, “There are no walls that don’t leak air; as long as he did it, evidence will certainly be found.”
Hope didn’t believe that at this stage, Walker Fuller’s misdeeds could still be concealed.
After sending Hope ho, Waylon Lewis imdiately turned his head and asked Thomas Hughes to investigate the identities of Ted Williams and the others.
Additionally, Thomas Hughes approached him and said, “Boss, Henry Fuller ca to the company many tis today to find you, I had soone drive him away, but he sohow found out about this place, and he’s now at the door.”
Henry coming at this ti was nothing but a plea to Waylon Lewis to give the Fuller Family a way out.
The Fuller Family couldn’t pay the penalty for breach of contract, so the Lewis Clan legally prosecuted the Fuller Clan. The Fuller and Fuller Clan had been riddled with scandals, which they couldn’t squash down; their projects had halted, major shareholders had withdrawn, Fuller Clan stock had plumted, and the Lewis Clan had applied relentless pressure, giving them no chance to take a breath.
The Fuller Clan was on the brink of bankruptcy and liquidation.
No matter how hard Henry tried, he couldn’t revive the Fuller Clan, which was on the verge of bankruptcy.
So he had no choice but to plead with Waylon Lewis.
To beg Waylon Lewis for the Fuller Clan’s survival.
Waylon Lewis sat on the sofa, his hand resting naturally on the armrest, his long fingers rhythmically tapping.
After a long mont, Waylon Lewis spoke faintly, “Let him in.”
Henry didn’t expect Waylon Lewis would agree to see him, and his stride hastened as he followed Thomas Hughes inside.
Upon seeing Waylon Lewis, he hurried forward, and with the voice trembling from seemingly standing outside for a long ti, he said, “President Lewis.”
“Is there sothing?” Waylon Lewis lifted his gaze, his eyes coldly sweeping over the man in front of him.
“President Lewis, how can you give the Fuller Family a way to live?” Henry looked exhausted, and in less than a day, the large Fuller Clan had almost been annihilated by Waylon Lewis, without a mont’s respite.
It demonstrated the terrifying extent of this man.
Waylon Lewis leaned back on the sofa, a smile playing on his lips that didn’t reach his eyes, his coldness multiplied in that smile.
“Why should I spare the Fuller Family?” he asked slowly.
Henry clenched his back teeth tightly, pausing before saying, “On account of the mutual support between the Lewis Family and the Fuller Family over so many years, the Fuller and Lewis Families have cooperated for over a decade. My grandfather and your grandfather were as close as brothers. My grandfather has already paid the price, can’t you let bygones be bygones?”
“Favors?”
What a laughable word.
“If your Fuller Family had rembered any favors, you wouldn’t have exploited the trust of the Lewis Family to plant so many spies within it.
If your Fuller Family had rembered any favors, you wouldn’t have made move after move against the Lewis Family ti and again.
And now you’re talking about favors to , where do you get the face?”
Henry stood in front of Waylon Lewis, his hands clenched tightly, shaking incessantly where he stood.
“Is there really no room for negotiation?”
Henry didn’t want to work so hard for so many years, finally taking over the Fuller Clan, only to see it go bankrupt.
But facing absolute power, he felt an overwhelming sense of powerlessness.
Waylon Lewis didn’t speak. He slowly stood up, walked to the window, his deep eyes narrowing slightly, betraying a glimpse of cold light.
He turned around, his retracted gaze landing on Henry, “I’ll give you a chance.”
A glint flickered in Henry’s eyes, “What do you want to do?”
If Waylon Lewis was relenting, it would not be simple.
“I want evidence that Walker Fuller conspired to kill my brother.”
Henry was shocked upon hearing that, “President Lewis, you…”
The death of Jayden Lewis was no secret, his astonishnt was not because the incident could be linked to Old Master Fuller, but that Waylon Lewis would discover the connection to Old Master Fuller.
His voice weakened, “You want to personally send my grandfather to prison?”
Waylon Lewis stood by the window, lighting a cigarette between his fingers. He took a deep draw, exhaling a long plu of smoke that wreathed his handso face, obscuring his current emotions.
“With the Fuller Clan, there’s no Walker Fuller; with Walker Fuller, there’s no Fuller Clan,” Waylon Lewis said slowly.
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