A look of shock shed across Amber''s eyes. She stated, "ording to the rules, The Millennium does


    not take in customers without a reservation."


    "But Mr. Moses just called. He would like us to host Mr. Landon." The subordinate lowered his voice.


    "Not only that, Mr. Moses would want you to monitor Mr. Landon''s movements tonight. Make a copy of


    the security footage as evidence if anything unusual urs."


    Amber, who had served Jameson for many years, instantly understood his intentions. She coldly


    replied, "Got it."


    She shifted her attention back to the screen after the subordinate left. She watched as Landon''s car


    entered the underground parking, followed by his entourage of luxury cars.


    Oddly, the cars came to a stop in the darkness without taking further action. Despite that, Amber had a


    feeling that their inactivity was merely the calm before the storm.


    At the same time, Preston''s bodyguards assisted him into the underground parking because he was


    too drunk to walk straight. Legs limp and slurring, he did not once stop cursing out the Harper lineage,


    including Cornelius and Landon. He seemed to have momentarily forgotten that he was a Harper too.


    A strong beam of light blinded Preston and his men when they shuffled through the middle of the


    parking lot. He instinctively raised his arm to shield his eyes. Following that, a deafening screeching


    sound of car tires echoed in the empty area.


    "M-Mr. Preston, look out!"


    When the drunk Preston btedly came to the realization, a ck Bentley had barrelled in his


    direction, showing no intention of slowing down. The car seemed intent on running over him.


    In the face of impending danger, everyone else scampered away; none was willing to shield Preston.


    "Argh—Stop! Stop! Don''te at me! Argh!" A chilling scream pierced through the silence.


    The Bentley braked when it was about one foot away from Preston. The car hood collided against his


    round belly, full from dinner.


    Though the impact did not send Preston flying through the air, he staggered backward for a few feet


    before falling hard to the ground.


    An excruciating pain shot through Preston''s body. The delicacies that he enjoyed for dinner came up


    his throat as he vomited on himself.


    Despite the pain, he scrambled up from the ground. While vomiting, he retreated. He then yelled at his


    men, "What are you doing there? Fucking charge at them!"


    While he was speaking, ten fighters, d in ck and armed with knives, surrounded Preston and his


    men. Angelina, lovely but murderous, stepped out of the darkness and showed herself in front of


    Preston.


    Preston seemed to have understood something. He dug out his phone while screaming frantically,


    "What are you guys standing there for? Fight them!"


    Preston''s bodyguards, knowing they had no way out, bit the bullet and charged at Angelina and her


    men.


    In the deep of the night, the sounds of painful screams and bone cracking echoed through the parking


    lot. The spacious area seemed like hell on earth at that moment.


    After the fighting, a deadly silence enveloped the people in the parking lot. Pools of blood had formed


    across the ground.


    Preston was bruised and bleeding from his mouth from being beaten up by Angelina. His expensive


    suit had been torn to tatters by the knife attacks.


    Angelina stepped on his back, forcing him to kneel on the ground. He begged for mercy, pleading that


    she spare him from the pain.


    At that moment, Jordan courteously opened the car door for Landon. Landon emerged and stepped


    over the pools of blood with great strides. He arrived in front of Landon and stood still. Despite his


    silence, he emanated an intimidating air.


    "Uncle Preston," Landon said in a frosty tone.


    Preston felt sick in his stomach. He trembled uncontrobly.


    In the past, he was resentful of Landon for disrespecting the elders in the family. However, the way


    Landon addressed him as "Uncle Preston" gave him goosebumps.


    "L-Landon... We''re a family. I watched you grow up!" Preston shed his arrogance and started pleading


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