Semua Bab Leading My Family to Glory: Bab 361 - Bab 370

“What?” Chauncey Yacovone was slightly taken aback.Dickson Watt opened the black bag he was carrying and took out his black nunchucks.“Seems like you deserve my Knight’s Rod.”“Knight’s Rod?”Chauncey seemed to remember something as his expression darkened suddenly. “Are you perhaps West Suez’s…”Before he could finish his sentence, Dickson charged toward him, with his Knight’s Rod swinging menacingly in his hands.Nunchucks were not an easy weapon to handle. A person who did not know how to use it would not fully realize its potential in battle. In fact, it might become a deadly burden.However, every weapon existed for a reason.Placed in someone else’s grasp, it could turn into a deadly weapon.With the nunchucks in his hands, Dickson’s aura completely changed.Just like when Thor had his trusted hammer, Mjollnir, in his hand.Whoosh! The nunchucks made a loud sound as it sliced through the air.Dickson once again charged toward Chauncey.However, it was a completel

The reason Hans Foster claimed that Autumn Field had signed the international stars that the city center invited during the concert was so he could trick ignorant young women. After all, Autumn Field was the only external company that could run advertisements during that concert. This was enough proof of the city center’s relationship with Autumn Field. Hence, the credibility of Hans’ words was high. Sure enough, Hans quickly changed the subject. “Miss Zea, it’s so meaningless to be a fashion designer, slaving yourself away just for a minuscule salary. “Miss Zea, are you interested in becoming our company’s model?” “Model?” Winifred was stunned. “That’s right. With your qualities, Miss Zea, you can become our company’s fashion model. I can also guarantee you that if you’re good at your work, you’ll definitely have a chance to share a stage with international celebrities. Our company can even nurture you into an international star.” By now, Winifred was fuming with anger.

Today, not only her domineering aura but also Winifred Zea’s way of speech was becoming more and more like Tyr Summers. She was no longer the weak girl she was before, but an emperor’s empress! And her emperor was Tyr Summers. Tom Zea found himself frightened by Winifred’s dominance, so he didn’t dare to say anything anymore and could only leave. Winifred was left alone in the office. She walked over to the french windows and looked at the scenery outside. Just then, a cab stopped at the company’s entrance, and Tyr came out of the vehicle. “Sweetheart, how are things?” Two minutes later, Tyr appeared through the door with a smile on his face. Winifred sighed. “Horrible.” Tyr frowned. “What’s wrong? Didn’t I already send my regards to Uncle Yorke about Autumn Field starting a branch here so he could get the arrangements done? What? Could there be someone in today’s Prime City who dares to go against Autumn Field?” Winifred was quiet for two seconds before answering, “Not t

Ocean Jenkins was going numb from the pain. His expression was savage as a demon’s. He kept mentioning his identity as the Jenkins family’s young master and wanted to destroy Tyr Summers and Winifred Zea. “The Jenkins family.” Tyr chuckled, his grin filled with disdain. “Forget your Jenkins family. Even if all three of Prime City’s prominent families were here, they’re nothing more than a speck of dust to me.” Having said that, Tyr simply lifted Ocean and threw him out like a dead dog. “If you have the capabilities, then call your people over. I’ll be waiting here,” Tyr said. “You have some nerve. Just wait, just you wait!” Ocean was wailing as Hans Foster felt his scalp prickle. Hans quickly retreated to outside the company. From his point of view, Tyr and Winifred were too insane and lawless. Not only did they cripple the Jenkins family’s young master, but they also dared to declare that they had no respect for Prime City’s three prominent families. How was this any differe

For a moment, every rich young lad stayed quiet. It was no wonder their older generation was so furious, and they regarded Tyr Summers as a deity. He was a f*cking god. By the time Carson Yorke was done talking, he had reached Hans Foster and Ocean Jenkins. “Who the f*ck do you guys think you are? Do you have any idea who owns Autumn Field? How dare you come here and cause trouble! Do you know who Tyr Summers and Winifred Zea are? And you’ve dared to offend them.” Carson was infuriated as well. With a wave of his hand, Jay Blade and Yoshua Murray came up to drag both men away until they were out of sight. Meanwhile, Carson went over to Anson Jenkins and casually said, “Old Jenkins, of your son and the Jenkins family, you can only save one. You make a choice.” Anson shuddered before prostrating on the ground, allowing Ocean Jenkins to yell and shriek while he dared not make a sound. If he lost a son, he could just make another one. However, if the Jenkins family was lost, everyt