Invincible Heir

Baron had just walked up when eight men surrounded him in an instant.

These men had powerful auras. At least more powerful than James’ men.

“Please come with us, Mr. Owen!”

The brute in the lead suddenly spoke.

He had a fleshy face, intense brows over wide glaring eyes, and heavy facial hair, with an interconnected beard and mustache on his chin and lip forming a classic goatee.

Behind him, a white Toyota Prado was stopped, with its doors open.

Baron didn’t say a word. He shot a mild look at the man with the goatee and got in himself.

The bearded brute was slightly taken aback. No wonder the family had sent them here. Their aura alone could already say a lot about them.

Twenty minutes later, the car stopped at the doorstep of the Dynasty Nightclub.

The eight men only stopped when they had gone all the way to the top floor, and the innermost compartment.

The bearded man knocked on the door. “He’s here, boss!”

It took the door opening for Baron to finally realize who it was that had wanted him there. It was Jerome.

When Baron had forcefully bought Domom SPA out from under Jimmy, it’d taken Jerome days to find out about it and send men to the spa, but Charles easily sent his bodyguards to the hospital, and Baron gave him a vicious drubbing.

“I finally got you here, then, Baron!”

Jerome looked coolly at Baron.

He sat on the sofa, a beauty on either side. Behind him, a towering bodyguard about 6’5’’ stood there like an iron tower.

The tall bodyguard’s cold gaze fell on Baron, who simply remained calm, but that was enough for the man to feel heavy pressure.

“This kid’s strong!”

thought to himself. That was

a glance, then

to ‘invite’ me here, Mr. Wilson. I’m

on the sofa next

his eyes, a bit of sharpness in his gaze, while Baron looked at him peacefully,

have to admit, baron, I’m

corners of Jerome’s mouth curled up as he

so don’t get any

an eyebrow, then loosened, his hands pinching lewd spots on the

the compartment with Jerome and three

five years of military service, you’re nothing special. Five years ago, you were just some poor bastard going around

and of course – you’re the exiled son of the

really did have your back, I’d probably be afraid, but the

idiot like James might find himself intimidated,

relationship with the Owen family was no secret. It wasn’t surprising

how could they

waited at the airport under direct

here just to talk nonsense, did you? If you do, I don’t have the time to play along,” Baron said,

don’t seem to understand

said suddenly, a hint of threat in

What situation

not

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have left so easily after losing his bodyguards and forty

Baron over today

had only been so respectful to Baron because he’d

to the chase. The Domom SPA belongs to the Wilson family. Jimmy was just a puppet, and he didn’t have

eyes were chilling, and his men behind him grew cautious, ready to

of soda, sipped

his finger, Baron shot out the cap at tremendous speed, shattering a bottle of cognac on the