Untold chronicles of power

Chapter Seventy-two

"Alright, just be on high alert, Madeline will be in a kill mood now," Jackson warned, his voice serious and stern.

He knew what this meant, he knew what this implied, that Madeline would be furious, he knew that Madeline would be vengeful, he knew that Madeline would be ruthless, that Madeline would come after him, he knew that Madeline would come after Benedict, he knew that Madeline would come after Sophia.

He knew that he had to protect them, he knew that he had to fight back, he knew that he had to end this.

He knew that he had to do it now before it was too late before she struck before she killed.

He ended the call and turned to Sophia, who was staring at him with a mix of emotions.

Benedict came down the stairs, carrying his briefcase and coat.

He was leaving for a meeting with a former friend of his, who had offered him some advice on how to deal with his business and the Wills' encroachment on his properties, he had lost some of his assets and men and was determined to