Chapter 152

"This is an age driven by wealth, and mine gives me the power to have these underlings deal with you."

Clifford was not yet 30 years old. He'd been a child when Drake fell, too young to grasp the complexities of the world. To him, Drake was simply a powerful gangster who died.

As for the Draken Order, he dimly recalled a grand occasion where the family head acknowledged it, much like Sirius introducing Priscilla a few days ago.

However, with Drake's death, the Monroes wouldn't dwell on favors to a dead man. Businessmen like them prioritized profit. Why remember Drake now that he was gone?

With a self-satisfied smirk, Clifford gestured to his guards. "Toss them out. And remember not to ruin this woman's face."

The security guards stepped forward in unison, their strength enhanced by regular training together.

Seeing them close in on Frederick, June cried, "Leave him alone!"

Grace swiftly clamped a hand over June's mouth. "Your sister's marrying into the Monroe family. You can't l