Chapter - 3132

Zeke acted swiftly, hurling another fork that struck the second officer's knee with precision. The man let out a painful cry, clutching his injured leg and writhing on the ground.

"I don't want to hear another word from any of you. If anyone dares to speak, they can stay here," Zeke warned sternly.

One of the officers, a bald and hot-tempered individual, remained undeterred by Zeke's intimidation and continued to hurl insults. "Why should our boss bother coming to see you? Who do you think you are? If our boss wanted to deal with you, it would be as easy as squashing an ant!"

Zeke let out a sigh, rose from his seat, and began to advance slowly toward the cursing bald officer. "Either I wasn't clear enough, or you're truly quite resilient. Since you want to stay, then stay."

As he neared the bald officer, the menacing aura emanating from Zeke finally overwhelmed him.

Baldy was filled with dread, feeling as if a malevolent force was fixated on him, poised to strike and end his life at any moment. His voice quavered as he stammered, "W-What are you planning to do? I'll have you know, my boss is a very important-"

Crack!

Before he could finish his sentence, Zeke mercilessly stomped on the officer's knee.

With a sickening crack, the officer's leg was severed at the knee, blood spewing out in a gruesome spectacle.

The room was suddenly filled with the sight and scent of blood.

Baldy let out a spine-chilling scream before losing consciousness from the excruciating pain.

Zeke then turned his gaze to the remaining inspection police officers and calmly inquired, "Does anyone else have something to say?"

In fear, they all shook their heads, maintaining a heavy silence, even suppressing their breath, afraid to provoke this formidable figure.

Zeke simply stated, "Very well, then. Are you planning to leave or not?"

The officers scattered in all directions in a hurry.

Returning to his seat, Zeke nonchalantly picked up his soda and took a sip. However, Francine was unable to continue drinking as the nauseating stench of blood filled her nostrils.

The Whittaker family, originating from Atheville, was the master of the Whittaker estate.

Their lineage traced back to the previous dynasty's royal family, with the queen regnant as their revered ancestor.

Although their era had come to an end, they thrived in the current age, leveraging their centuries-old connections and amassed wealth.

Their influence spanned both politics and commerce.

Despite holding no official positions, they wielded considerable power, often rivaling that of the prime minister.

The opulence of the Whittaker estate served as a testament to this fact.

It was even mor luxurious than the prime minister's manor.

The present head of the Whittaker family, Fergus Whittaker, was a mere thirty years old but displayed exceptional abilities and a mature mindset.

He efficiently managed the family's affairs, ensuring their continuous prosperity. Consequently, the Whittaker family members. Wholeheartedly supported him.

However, Fergus had a notable flaw-an insatiable lust. Almost every night, he indulged in the company of women, with the number of mistreated women reaching into the hundreds.

Yet, since laying eyes on the unparalleled beauty of Francine, Fergus found himself entertaining thoughts of marriage.

He realized that if he couldn't possess Francine in this lifetime, he would never find peace. Thus, he resorted to desperate measures, even if it meant causing the death of Francine's mother.

Despite his relentless pursuit, Francine remained impervious to his advances, not sparing him a second glance.

This infuriated Fergus, who continued to send his men to harass her.

He vowed that he would not relent until she succumbed to his desires.

As the saying went, “Once having seen the best, the rest is not worthy of looking."

The frequency of women in Fergus's bed. diminished significantly, and when they did. appear, they were merely vessels for his pentup desires, for he could no longer find satisfaction elsewhere.

Just then, a commotion outside his door disrupted Fergus's momentary tranquility.

The inspection police officer had arrived. "Mr. Fergus, s-something bad has happened!"

Fergus, in a deep voice, attempted to dismiss him, saying, "Leave; I am busy right now."

As he spoke, he applied even more force beneath him, causing the woman beneath to moan as if her life depended on it.

But the officer persisted, stating, “The situation is extremely urgent, lives are at stake. It concerns Ms. Francine."

The mere mention of "Francine" immediately captured Fergus' full attention, prompting him to halt his current activities.