“Despicable scoundrel.” Mrs. Marget couldn’t hold back her sharp words. She remembered how Mr. Morgan had been as meek as a dog when he needed money and help from her family. But now that she needed some help, she found excuses to avoid it. If she had known this earlier, she wouldn’t have helped this wretch. It was a waste of her trust. Thinking about it made Mrs. Marget furious.However, when she thought about Mr. Morgan’s attitude once again, she felt that something wasn’t quite right. He seemed to be afraid of some external force. He will find any excuse to disengage, even if it meant incriminating himself and her husband. Why? Why was he doing this? Could there be someone else behind this?“No, it can’t be. A poor wretch like Edward couldn’t possibly have any backing,” Mrs. Marget muttered, perhaps already becoming paranoid. Maybe she had been too suspicious. A lowlife like Jeff couldn’t possibly stir up much trouble. She couldn’t help but blame herself for misjudging people. Clea
In less than an hour, the Deker Rally race was about to take place. The “adventurers” had gathered here early in abundance. The entire area was filled with vehicles, ranging from regular cars to luxury cars, and even limited-edition racing cars, of which only a few existed in the world. The participants came from diverse backgrounds, from ordinary workers with a passion for speed and a desire for a better life to spoiled rich kids with nothing better to do, and even the most elite professional racers were converging here.Let’s talk a bit about this monumental race. The Deker Rally is an endurance off-road racing event that challenges the resilience of vehicles on complex terrains. The participants range from amateur drivers to professionals, with non-professionals making up about 80% of the participants. The Deker Rally typically spans two weeks, covering over 100 miles of rugged terrain divided into stages four teams to complete each day.Although it’s named a rally, it’s actually a
On the way back home, Harry had his hands on the steering wheel, and the car resounded with the latest popular song. However, he had to admit that Edward’s car was very comfortable, with a pleasant atmosphere and all the amenities. “The possessions of the wealthy are indeed different,” Harry thought silently.“Hey Edward, how do you feel about going home this time? Home is still the best, right? Even in the VIP room at the hospital, I felt suffocated,” Harry spoke up. Today, his “assistant” role involved quietly escorting “boss” Edward back home.In response to Harry’s question, Edward just chuckled without replying. For him, being at home or in the hospital made little difference. He had spent twenty years in a rundown house, so now, “home” was just a place to sleep, to escape the sun and rain.He took his phone out of his coat pocket and dialed Mr. Beson’s number. After a few rings, a hoarse voice came from the other end.“Hello, what’s up, Edward?” Despite his extensive life experi
Finally, the wild Desker Rally race took place. On the famous “Hellish Green” track, the sky was clear, the sun was shining brightly without a cloud in sight. The grandstands were packed, and the cheers and support from thousands of spectators created a passionate and exhilarating atmosphere. The air was filled with the roar of powerful engines and the whine of speeding cars.The racing supercars, with their supermodel designs and high-powered engines, stood ready at the starting line. The race began with the sound of the starting gun, drivers revving their engines, gripping the steering wheels tightly as the headlights shone brightly. The cars started speeding up, their wheels spinning fiercely, creating a perfect sense of the race’s commencement.Speed increased rapidly, and the competition grew more intense. The racers with talent expertly maneuvered through challenging turns and straight sections to reach their top speeds. Each racing car was finely tuned for optimal performance,
Edward didn’t leave directly, but sat there for a while. He looked at the scene in front of him with an extremely calm expression, as if he had foreseen it. Ten minutes later, an ambulance arrived at the scene. Jasper was loaded onto the ambulance in an unconscious state, covered in blood. If it weren’t for knowing that the person in the Rolls-Royce was Jasper, he definitely can not recognize this “bloodied” figure. Looking at the crumpled car lying there, along with the damaged iron railings, the Sherwood family was going to lose a considerable amount of money this time. Edward thought to himself. His purpose for today seemed to have been achieved.Edward returned home, and Hernan and Cipher still treated him with the same respect as usual.“Young master, you’re back.”Without responding to Hernan’s words, Edward went straight upstairs. As soon as he stepped into his room, he hastily rummaged through the closet, took out a worn-out polo shirt and a faded pair of jeans. Edward changed
Edward continued to feign ignorance, his tone filled with sorrow as he spoke. “What happened to Jasper? I really know nothing about it.”Mrs. Sherwood remained relentless, refusing to let him off the hook.“Keep your mouth shut. I don’t need your pity for my son, Jasper. Who do you think you are?” Mrs. Sherwood shouted. She absolutely did not allow Edward to discuss anything with her son, even if it was the most trivial matter.Before Mrs. Sherwood could finish, Emily also chimed in, showing no restraint as she gave Edward a slap on the ear. They didn’t even know what Edward had done wrong.“Shut up and stop talking about Jasper!” Edward didn’t avoid Emily’s ear slap. Yes, just like that. The more aggressive they were, the better his role as the victim would be. An ear slap meant nothing to him; he was looking forward to more. A few insults, along with some superficial wounds, meant nothing to him.Mr. Sherwood also looked at him with disdain, reproaching him, “Look at yourself, Edwar
Hearing the news that Jasper needed a blood donation, Mr. Sherwood couldn’t sit still any longer. His beloved son was struggling inside, and he couldn’t help but be anxious. Mr. Sherwood turned to his wife and said, “You stay here; I’ll go for the blood test immediately.”As Mr. Sherwood spoke, Mrs. Sherwood seemed to snap awake. She stood up in a panic and blocked her husband, shouting as if she were mad, “No, you can’t!”Mr. Sherwood didn’t understand why his wife was reacting this way. Their son was critically ill inside, and yet she was preventing him from getting a blood test to save him. Wasn’t that entirely illogical? He just wished he could donate blood to Jasper right away. He and Jasper were father and son, and it was highly likely that their blood types would be compatible. The blood test would just be a hassle and a waste of time.Right now, nothing was more important to him than saving their beloved son. However, Mrs. Sherwood’s reaction was completely opposite, and he co
Having walked for a while, Emily glanced around. Confirming that no one was there, she quickly turned in another direction, heading towards the examination room. Edward didn’t lag either. Judging from Emily’s expression, Edward easily guessed that she was extremely tense. He didn’t believe for a second that they had no secrets.Near the examination room, Edward spotted Mrs. Sherwood standing there. Indeed, her presence was understandable, since she was also there for a blood test to save Jasper.Edward was surprised to find her accompanied by security guards and two people in lab coats who appeared to be doctors. If it was simply a matter of waiting for test results, why were they there? Furthermore, these people were not present in front of the emergency room earlier.Clearly, Mrs. Sherwood had summoned them, but for what reason? Could it be for a shared blood test? It seemed highly unlikely. Mrs. Sherwood surely had something for them to do, a secret she absolutely couldn’t let Mr.