Chapter 96
Frankie was the last to arrive. His eyes crinkled as he seemed to rejoice in Jasper’s bleak situation. “Goodness, Jasper. You really don’t seem to fear death.”
“You… You…” Jasper pointed at Donald, his mouth going dry. What have I done? Who is he? He’s utterly terrifying! Why did so many people panic when he got enraged and hurry over to appease him?
Finally, Donald spoke. “Lucas, why don’t you tell me what I should do.”
A shiver ran down Lucas’ spine as he groveled on the floor, not daring to lift his head. “Please do as you wish. I won’t utter a single word of objection.”
Jasper staggered a little when he heard those words. It finally dawned on him that even his father would not be able to protect him!
He fell to his knees and bowed toward Donald repeatedly. “Mr. Campbetl, please forgive me! Please spare my life! I won’t do it again!”
Jasper continued to bow over and over again while kneeling next to Lucas.
Lucas did not move even an inch. The worry etched across his face made him look as though he had aged more than ten years.
“You truly deserve to die,” Donald muttered.
His tone was cold and flat, and his expression emotionless.
No one dared to make any sound.
Then, Donald turned to Zayne and instructed, “Take care of it.”
Zayne nodded at once. “Yes, Mr. Campbell. I guarantee you’ll be satisfied.”
“No! My maternal grandfather is the head of the Octagon Sect, and my mother is president of the Karate Association! My uncle is a permanent resident of Yartran! If you kill me, you’ll have to bear the consequences!” Jasper roared.
Frankie stared at Jasper as if the latter was an idiot.
Is he seriously going to try and weasel his way out of this at this point? Octagon Sect? Karate Association?
