Awakening the War God

Chapter 71 Mr. Adams

"The third matter!" Gabriel continued, "I need to withdraw 500 million dollars from my account and entrust it to you for management! You'll personally oversee it and assist the Foster family in overcoming their crisis!"

Gabriel had done some basic research on the Foster family's dire situation the previous night.

It was all due to the recklessness of the retarded Sophia, who had been excessively greedy and had fallen right into the Davis family's trap.

The crux of the trap was that the Foster family lacked the financial means to come up with 500 million dollars.

To put it simply, if they could produce that sum, the project would actually be a safe bet.

But if they failed to deliver, it would constitute a breach of contract.

The penalties for such a breach were enough to bring the entire Foster family to its knees.

In fact, this project had originally been prepared for the Davis family themselves.

They had used it as bait to ensnare Sophia.

Once the Foster family defaulted, not only would the Davis family pocket a hefty penalty, but they'd also retain control of the project, like a succulent piece of meat in their mouths.

It was a brilliant plan.

Now, Gabriel was stepping in to help the Foster family come up with the 500 million dollars.

If he succeeded, the Davis family would be shooting themselves in the foot.

"I see. I have a team of seasoned financial experts who can handle this. With this capital, I'm sure we can assist the Foster family through their crisis and properly manage the project's subsequent phases! And with a 500-million-dollar investment, we can gain absolute control and expect substantial returns!" Leon assured.

Gabriel nodded in satisfaction, deeming Leon a reliable and steady hand in the business.

He flicked his cigarette butt out the window, releasing a puff of smoke from his nostrils as he continued, "If I'm not mistaken, Stella has a sister, isn't it? Where is she now?"

"Yes, her name is Erica," Leon confirmed. "I've met her once. Although she doesn't closely resemble Stella, she's still quite a looker. After the Turner family's downfall, Erica pursued an acting career. However, she mysteriously vanished a couple of years ago, disappearing into thin air!"

"Disappeared into thin air?" Gabriel squinted his eyes and said resolutely in a deep voice, "Fourth matter: use any and all means necessary to locate Erica, dead or alive!" This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

He was determined to fulfill his promise to Stella.

Aside from securing Stella's body, what was more important was to obtain from her damning evidence against the Davis family.

And there was the explosive scandal involving the Davis family that Stella had alluded to.

"Yes, sir. I'll immediately put people on the task," Leon replied.

"Finally, one more thing." Gabriel looked out the window at the bustling crowd, and said, "Stella's father is still in prison, but the Davis family has manipulated things to prevent her from visiting him. You need to establish connections for me. When the time is right, I'll take Stella to see her father!"

With these arrangements, Gabriel had nearly every aspect of his agreement with Stella covered.

"Understood!"

Leon took note of the tasks.

The car then pulled up to an imposing iron gate.

Inside, there lay a sprawling courtyard.

The setting resembled a rural farm, teeming with vegetables and flowers.

An elderly gentleman with white hair, sporting a vest and a straw hat, was busily tending to the garden.

Gabriel and Leon disembarked from the vehicle, and the estate's butler called out to the white- haired man in the field, "Mr. Adams, Mr. Leon, the gentleman you arranged to meet is here!"

Santos Adams, who had been crouching down, finally turned around.

He had a stern, square-jawed face.

Two thick eyebrows arched over his eyes, resembling two dormant caterpillars.

Putting down his small shovel, Santos laboriously rose to his feet.

He dusted off his hands, stepping out of the field and up to them.

"Mr. Leon, please, have a seat indoors," Santos remarked with a stern expression, barely acknowledging Gabriel and Leon before heading back into his house.

Leon felt a hint of embarrassment but followed Santos into the house.

Upon entering, they found themselves in an expansive living room, tastefully decorated with occasional calligraphy pieces adorning the walls.

Santos went to wash up, and the butler gestured for them to take a seat, promptly serving them tea.

After a brief interval, Santos, wiping his hands dry, hurriedly returned to the sofa and sat down. He grabbed a porcelain jar, taking a few sips of water before finally addressing Gabriel.

"You must be Gabriel, aren't you?" Santos inquired, wiping his mouth.

Gabriel nodded politely. "Yes, I'm Gabriel Edwards. Mr. Adams, you seem to be in excellent health. Your garden is brimming with vegetables. Did you cultivate them all yourself?"

Mr. Adams appeared somewhat annoyed at Gabriel's pleasantries.

He waved dismissively, impatience evident in his voice. "No need for niceties. Leon has told me your purpose here. Frankly, there's nothing about you that inspires trust in me. The Adams family and the Davis family have lived harmoniously for many years. It seems preposterous for you to drag me into your feud with the Davis family."

Gabriel offered a faint smile, recognizing that Mr. Adams had a peculiar temperament.

Unperturbed, he shrugged and responded, "Mr. Adams, I believe you must have heard about the recent events in Silverwood. If so, I don't think there's nothing trustworthy about me. At the very least, I can single-handedly make the Davis family feel as though they're facing a formidable adversary."

He continued, "While the Adams and Davis families have coexisted peacefully for many years, have the underlying conflicts truly dissipated? I doubt it. You're merely in a relative state of equilibrium. If one side gains significant power, they will inevitably move to eliminate the other."

"What if the Davis family gains substantial power?" he asked.

"Humph!" Santos sneered abruptly, dismissing Gabriel's words. "If you're trying to persuade me with your tongue, you're barking up the wrong tree!"

"To be honest, I currently have no intention of opposing the Davis family."

"So please, leave. No matter what you say, I won't agree."

"Is it because of the supervision team?" Gabriel probed.

Santos' eyes lit up, and he calmly replied, "That's partially correct. The supervision team is about to enter Silverwood. At such a critical time, any sensible force would keep a low profile."

"To instigate internal strife during the presence of the supervision team is simply foolish. It's like not taking the supervision team seriously."

Gabriel suddenly realized it was a real headache.

As Leon had described it: Santos was not a pushover.

Gabriel was growing impatient and decided to be direct. "The matter concerning the supervision team is just an external factor. Perhaps, I haven't convinced you, Mr. Adams. So, let's put it this way: what would it take for you to cooperate with me?"

Rather than showcasing one gesture after another, it was more effective to ask the other party what they wanted.

It was more straightforward.

"Perhaps, you have misunderstood something." Santos shook his head, saying, "I don't need anything from you. And I won't cooperate with you. If you want to deal with the Davis family, figure it

out on your own."

He seemed to have lost patience, standing up and signaling the butler.

The butler immediately walked over, smiling, and said, "Mr. Adams needs to rest. How about rescheduling your meeting with Mr. Leon another day?"

They had overstayed their welcome.

Leon glanced at Gabriel, saw him nod, and stood up.

Santos' attitude was crystal clear, and there was no point in pushing further.

But Gabriel held a trump card that could sway Santos-a card named Maria Adams.

If he couldn't get to Santos, he could at least involve Maria.

Tonight's race provided the perfect opportunity.

There was no hurry now. After tonight, Santos would be the one feeling the pressure.

With these thoughts in mind, Gabriel had no intention to stay, knowing he'd be back soon.

Just as he and Leon were about to leave, the door suddenly swung open.

"Grandpa, we have guests home!"

The newcomer was Maria, chewing gum and eyeing Gabriel...