Drakon of the Seven Armies

Chapter 11

George’s actions befuddled everyone. The renowned doctor and founder of Beacon Clinic, George Crowe, was down on his knees, begging Allegra to allow him to treat her. What the fuck was going on?

Allegra stared at him. She wanted to help him up, but he refused to budge. Tears streaked down his face. She said, “Mr. Crowe, I—I don’t have that much money. You’re scaring me, so please, get up…”

“I don’t want your money! No, not a single cent! Give me 24hours, and I guarantee you’ll be back to normal. I’ll even give you Beacon Clinic’s lifetime SVIP membership; you can come to Beacon Clinic for free treatment for the rest of your life! Is that okay, Miss Booth? Give me an answer, please! I’m dying here!” George was already in his seventies but trembling on the floor by Allegra’s feet.

Margaret’s jaw dropped, and she couldn’t stop herself from gasping. Beacon Clinic’s lifetime SVIP membership was a privilege granted to only the three heads of Cloud City’s most powerful families and a few bigwigs at the provincial capital. What had Allegra done to deserve this? Had Mr. Crowe lost his mind?

“Ally, since he’s begging you, you might as well do him a favor and agree to it. It’s free, anyway!” Isaac said, loosening his grip around Allegra’s waist. None of it made sense to her. Earlier, George had been so insistent that he wouldn’t treat her even if they could afford to pay five million dollars. Now, he was begging her to allow him to treat her, and she’d be doing him a favor by agreeing. What was going on? Still, she nodded.

When George saw this, he quickly got to his feet and said to his assistant, “Quick, help Miss Booth to a room and prepare the medication.” He glanced around before dragging Allegra into one of the bedrooms, not giving a damn whose house this was. Edward, Margaret, and Andrew were left dumbfounded.

Isaac lit a cigarette and sat down on the sofa. As he blew out a mouthful of smoke, he smiled at Edward and Andrew. “Don’t you think the world’s a strange place?” At this moment, Beefy Bob strolled in while sucking on a lollipop. When he saw Isaac, he immediately straightened up, and his relaxed expression became serious. He hurried over to Isaac and asked, “Isaac, did the old man come here?”

Isaac nodded. “He took Ally into one of the bedrooms.” He wouldn’t ask Beefy Bob what he’d done; all he wanted to see were results. This was the way of a true leader.

“Mom, Uncle Edward, what the fuck’s going on?” Andrew’s intelligence wasn’t enough for him to comprehend the situation.

Margaret forced out through gritted teeth, “This is your house. Go in there and kick Allegra out of here.”

“B—but Mr. Crowe’s in there. Should I kick him out as well?” Andrew didn’t dare to do so.

“This is your house! What’s there to be afraid of? Do you want to lose this villa?” Margaret screamed.

It made Andrew jump. He immediately spun around and jogged toward the bedroom George and Allegra had gone into. Isaac gave Beefy Bob a look, and the latter immediately appeared before Andrew, standing in his way.

Andrew almost ran right into him. He had to tilt his head to see Beefy Bob’s face, and the sight of it made him have the sudden urge to pee. He quickly backed away.

When Edward saw this, he stomped his foot and bellowed, “Don’t think you’ve won, brat! Mr. Crowe treating Allegra’s face doesn’t fucking mean anything! Mark my words—we’re not done here.”

Isaac merely smiled without saying a thing. Edward was nothing but a speck of dust in his eyes.

At this moment, brakes screeched outside the villa, which was followed by the sound of synchronized footsteps. The people in the living room immediately looked up to see eight fierce-looking bodyguards dashing in. They lined up in two rows, flanking an old man who stormed in. It was Mr. Sutton—he had his hands behind his back and looked murderous.

Edward’s heart leaped to his throat when he saw Mr. Sutton. Margaret gaped at him, looking dumbstruck. What was the Merck family’s butler doing here?

“M—Mr. Sutton, what brings you here? You should’ve let me know in advance so that I could give you a proper welcome!” Edward immediately bowed down and held a hand out. However, Mr. Sutton merely glanced at him before sweeping his gaze over the rest of the people present. Then, his gaze landed on Edward and Margaret again. “Who is the man with Allegra Booth? Who is Isaac Garten? How dare he break Mr. Gregory’s leg! Is it because he’s being backed up by the Gould and Booth families?”

Edward and Margaret felt like an explosion had gone off in their heads. Isaac had broken Gregory’s leg? Almost immediately, Margaret understood the situation. She pointed at Isaac and said loudly, “Mr. Sutton, this is the man who injured Mr. Merck Jr., and it has nothing to do with the Gould or Booth families. He even beat my brother up earlier! And yesterday, he beat the security guards here up! You can ask the management office if you don’t believe us.”

Margaret’s hair stood on end as she said this. She didn’t know why the Merck family was suddenly hounding them for something they hadn’t done. After some thought, she realized that Isaac had probably injured Gregory, so Mr. Sutton had come to get revenge. Everyone in their circle knew the Merck family’s butler was not only their advisor but also a strong martial arts expert. There was no way Margaret and Edward would stand a chance against him, let alone the Merck family.

Mr. Sutton looked at Isaac coldly and scowled when he saw the latter sitting on the sofa, smoking as if none of this had anything to do with him. “Are you the one who injured Mr. Gregory?”

“Yes.”

“Come with me, then, young man. You don’t want to be humiliated in public, do you?” Mr. Sutton’s voice was soft but domineering.

Isaac turned to look at him. He scoffed and said, “An old fogey like yourself has no right to talk to me.” Next to him, Beefy Bob took a step forward and said with a chuckle, “I’ll deal with you, old fogey.”

Edward and Margaret shared a look, feeling a mixture of shock and glee. Not only had Isaac broken Gregory’s leg, but he had even had the nerve to call Mr. Sutton an old fogey. He was going to get what he deserved!

“How dare you speak to Mr. Sutton so obnoxiously, you brat! Do as he says unless you have a death wish!” Edward immediately got into character and pointed at Isaac.

On the other hand, Mr. Sutton laughed at the way Isaac had referred to him. “Old fogey? You’ve got balls, young man. I wonder if your actions can back your arrogance.”

“Cut the crap, old fogey. Make your move, or get the fuck out of here.” Beefy Bob shot Mr. Sutton a sideways glance.

Mr. Sutton pointed at him and growled, “You’re a cocky one, too, fatso. Can your blubber take three of my attacks?” He slowly rolled his sleeves up.

Edward’s breathing sped up when he saw this. In a low but excited voice, he said to Margaret, “Mr. Sutton’s going to take him on personally. They’re dead!”

“I heard that Mr. Sutton’s really strong,” Margaret replied, sounding equally excited.

“He’s not just strong—he’s the fifth strongest martial arts expert in Cloud City. Ah, forget it. You don’t know anything about these things. Just wait and see! Once these two assholes are taken care of, I’ll teach Allegra a lesson.”

As the siblings whispered to each other, Beefy Bob had already turned to face Mr. Sutton. He hooked a finger, raised an eyebrow, and said, “Three attacks? I’m worried that your crunchy old bones won’t be able to take one of my attacks.”