Journey Of Me And My Seven Sisters

Chapter 181

Chapter 181 Morgan Arrived

Because Morgan frequented the barbecue stall to eat, the stall owner recognized Morgan’s voice.

Denver sneered, “Compensate? In your dreams! Today, I’m determined to get this kid into the police

station, to give him a taste of reality… Ahh!”

Emrys picked up another skewer and thrust it into Denver’s palm. Blood gushed out, a sight so Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

shocking it made one’s heart skip a beat!

Chandler sneered, “Yes, this isn’t about compensation!”

The stall owner was helpless, thinking to himself that those two individuals were incredibly audacious.

After such a commotion, he feared that his barbecue stall might not be able to continue operating.

However, after all, they were trying to help him, so naturally, he couldn’t really blame them for anything.

In no time at all, two police cars came screeching to a halt in front of the barbecue stall. A few imposing

officers stepped out, led by none other than the district chief, Morgan.

Upon seeing Morgan, Denver immediately cried out in excitement, “Uncle Morgan, hurry! Please save

me! My hand is about to give out!”

When Morgan saw his nephew’s hand still nailed to the table, blood pooling on the floor, his anger

surged uncontrollably. He swiftly approached Emrys, police baton in hand, his face dark with fury. “Brat,

release my nephew immediately. Are you seeking death?”

Just as Morgan was about to stand up for his nephew, he suddenly heard a cold snort from the side.

“Hmph, you’re a mere district chief. Who gave you the audacity to show off?”

Morgan immediately shot an annoyed glance in that direction, but the very next second, he was nearly

scared out of his wits. “T–The governor? M–Mr. York?”

Of course, Morgan recognized Chandler. The moment Morgan saw Chandler, he was so frightened that

he shuddered, his face turning deathly pale.

Upon hearing the word “governor,” the onlookers around, including the barbecue stall owner, were

momentarily taken aback.

They didn’t expect the imposing middle–aged man to be the governor as they didn’t think the governor

would dine at the barbecue stall.

That was simply too hard to believe for them.

However, whether they believed it or not, the fact was, upon seeing Chandler, Morgan seemed to have

lost his mind. He rushed up and grabbed Denver, shouting in anger, “D“mn it! You’ve ruined me! If I

don’t take you down today, my name isn’t Morgan!”

In the end, Morgan was taken away by the relevant authorities. As for Denver and his group, they were

naturally apprehended as well and were compelled to undergo re–education.

After leaving the barbecue restaurant and walking on the street outside, Chandler was still fuming with

Chapter 181 Morgan Arrived

indignation. He said. “Such a melodramatic incident, and we happened to witness it. To think the

nephew of a district chiet dares to be so arrogant. It’s truly disheartening for the people.”

Emrys shook his head with a smile and said, “It’s not melodramatic. Instead, it’s because you, Mr. York,

hold a high position. Thus, what you see during your inspections is only what those below you want you

to see,”

In the world, many things were not just melodramatic, but they were increasingly so. Often, beneath

many a glamorous facade, lurk deeds so despicable they would make one’s hair stand on end.

Chandler’s eyes turned cold as he said, “It seems I need to address the morale within the team.”

The roadside barbecue was well worth the meal!

After bidding farewell to Chandler and Roger, Emrys headed back toward Cultural Palace, as his

bicycle was still locked in an alleyway nearby.

What surprised Emrys, however, was that he unexpectedly ran into Richard and Lydia again.

What rotten luck! Emrys thought to himself.

However, the subsequent turn of events was beyond Emrys‘ expectations.

Lydia took the initiative to approach him, her expression somewhat complex as she said, “Emrys, I

know you are Mr. Emerentius. Everything that happened at the charity auction today was arranged by

you.”

Instead of calling him “guy with the surname Lund,” “barbarian,” or “brat,” she directly called him by his

name.

That was a subconscious shift in attitude.

Emrys looked at her teasingly and retorted, “So what?”

Lydia’s ageless, beautiful face paused for a moment, and then she said, “You’ve done so much. Isn’t it

just to prove something to us? Now that you’ve proven it, don’t you think it’s time to stop?”