Everyone was looking at Charles with fear in their eyes. Now Warren has done it. It would be impossible for him to escape with his life. Especially when there were 10 guards blocking the exits. Warren just forfeited his own life when he broke Charles's wrist.
Charles was screaming in agony at that moment. He didn't know what happened or how Warren managed to break his wrist so easily. He knew he had to make Warren pay, even if it was the last thing he would do.
Yvonne was pale where she stood. She never expected Warren to be so crazy as to openly defy Charles and to top it off, he even broke his wrist. Warren was a dead man. Plain and simple.
"Everyone leave immediately if you don't want to witness a murder!" Charles shouted.
At the warning of his words people were scattering everywhere. Everyone headed toward their nearest exit and the bodyguards made way for them to leave. Even Yvonne and Jennifer hurried out of the restaurant. The
Charles smiled when he saw Warren's pitiful face. "You seemed to enjoy yourself a lot back there, didn't you? I would like to let them go, but unfortunately my hands are tight, or broken I should say," Charles joked. He would finally get his revenge on Warren. "I will give you the opportunity to say your goodbye to your uncle. Your aunt will follow him into the abyss. Start talking, you don't have much time," Charles said. Warren sobbed. He felt as if his whole world came crashing to the ground. Charles had his uncle and aunt's lives in his hands and there was nothing that Warren could do about it. "Charles, I beg you. If you want money, I can give you 500 million dollars right now. I will give up all my assets, just spare their lives!" Warren cried anxiously. Charles laughed hysterically at his words. "Despair will really drive you insane. Do you think you have enough money to pay for their lives? Y
"Samuel, I'm not in the mood for games. I'm warning you, get moving!" Warren's words were ice cold. But who could blame him. Samuel knew Warren wasn't thinking straight. His mind was clouded by rage. If he allowed Warren to go after Charles, that would mean he allowed Warren to walk into his own death. That was something Samuel couldn't allow. "Warren, I don't know what you're going through and I don't know what you're feeling right now, but..." "If you don't know what I'm feeling, then why are you standing between myself and Charles? Are you going to side with him? If so, I will not spare your life!" Warren interrupted Samuel before he could finish his sentence. Samuel knew it would be impossible to reason with Warren. After all, he watched his uncle and aunt murdered in HD. While Warren was grieving, Charles was probably out there having the time of his life. Who would be able to withstand something like that. "Warren
"It will be all expenses paid. You know the life insurance that my aunt and uncle had will pay out a hefty sum. It will be enough to cover travel expenses as well as accommodation and food for the three of us. Just say yes," Warren said as he tried to convince Samuel and Henry to join him."Are the girls in Wellington pretty?" Samuel joked."The prettiest in the world. That much I can guarantee," Warren said.The three of them burst out into laughter. It was good for Samuel to see his friend trying to keep it together. He was worried that the pain would change Warren.Warren's laughter soon turned solemn. He looked at Samuel with tears forming in his eyes. Although he tried to remain strong, the wound in his heart was too deep."Samuel, I don't want to be alone at the house. I don't know how I will feel when I step foot in that yard. I know what I'm asking from you is selfish, but I don't have anyone else left. You are the only pe
Almost 5 hours later, the plane arrived in Wellington. The nostalgia that Warren felt when he saw the familiar surroundings put a smile on face. Although the circumstances in which he returned home wasn't ideal, Warren wasn't going to let it ruin Samuel and Henry's experience of Wellington."Ah, so this is home for you," Samuel said jokingly. Warren nodded and said, "This is it."The three of them hailed a taxi to the Cole residence. After a 20 minute trip, they finally arrived in front of the house."It doesn't look like much, but feel at home," Warren said. It felt unreal to him that his uncle and aunt were gone. The reality didn't sink in completely yet. That's why he tried to remain as positive as he can."I can choose any room I want, right? Since the house is legally yours now?" Samuel said. He tried to make Warren smile. Warren laughed and said it's alright. After all, the four bedroom house wasn't big, but it had enough rooms for all o
"You said her boyfriend broke your ribs, but you didn't have any broken ribs when you returned to Flemond. How do you explain that?" Samuel asked. Warren didn't know what kind of explanation he could come up with. After all, saying that he was healed by a beggar who touched him, would sound preposterous, even for him. "It doesn't matter anymore. What matters is that she believed I stole someone's necklace, when both her and you are supposed to know that I will never resort to stealing. You know how poor I am, but I would never disgrace myself or my parents like that!" Warren said. Then it clicked to Samuel. He knew Warren was no thief. He would rather sleep on an empty stomach than steal some of Samuel's food. Not once in the years that they shared the same kitchen and living room, has Samuel ever lost something. If Warren was hungry, he would often ask Samuel first, but he never stole. So why would he steal a necklace. "Her bo
"Wake up, Warren. You overslept!" a voice rang in Warren's ears. When he opened his eyes, he could see his room was brightly lit by sunlight. Warren looked at the clock on the wall and it was alright past 9 o'clock. He still had to get ready so that they may leave for the graveyard at 10. Cassidy was probably already on her way. Warren jumped into the shower and got dressed quickly. Before he could eat the toasted bread and eggs which Samuel prepared, a knock on the door disturbed him. Henry rushed to open the door and was surprised to see a Cassidy standing there with another lady. "Please, come in! We're almost ready to leave. We are just waiting for Warren," Henry said. "Don't mind us. We will just wait outside. By the way this is my sister, Claire Evans," Cassidy introduced her sister. "The name is Henry Allen. Nice to meet you," Henry introduced himself. Warren rushed out of the house, still half asleep and
"We had to clean up nicely. We couldn't embarrass you like that," Samuel said smoothly."Smart answer," Cassidy said as she smiled.The three boys sat down and at that moment the food arrived. Since Claire and Cassidy arrived early, they took it upon themselves to order so long. If Warren and his two friends arrived, then the food would have been ready. They were right in thinking so."This smells delicious. Thank you for the food," Warren said. He was ravished since he rushed to get himself ready for the funeral. He never got around to eating.The meal was scrumptious and the company even better. When they were finally done, they waited for the waiter with the payment machine.Unlike the last time, Warren wasn't worried about who will pay for the meal. He knew that Claire and Cassidy will fight over the bill again, and if they couldn't afford it, he would just pay. After all, money wasn't a problem for him anymore.
Later that night, Warren was cultivating in his room again. He had to build up his strength if he could ever stand up against Charles Chamberlain. He knew his physical prowess would be enough to wipe out the whole Chamberlain clan, but he had another way to make them suffer. One that wouldn't get his hands stained with blood. After he finished cultivating, he realized he was still at C-Class Mastery and he also didn't raise a level yet. With the power of a C-Class Master Level 4, Warren could take down at least 20 bodyguards at the same time without wielding a weapon. But he felt it wasn't enough. If his plan to destroy the Chamberlains were leaked and they retaliated, he would have a hard time defending himself. Suddenly he had an epiphany. If he could use his connections as the son of Johnathan Parker, he could easily destroy the Chamberlains. Warren took out his phone and called Allison Banks. She answered immediately although it was almost 11 o'clock