Semua Bab Guardian-In-Law: Bab 2181 - Bab 2190

If Cyan did not intervene, her parents would continue to argue to the point of divorce, so she was forced to shoulder the burden. Lock did not say anything. Golden Scale Corporation was one of the biggest companies in Riverbank. If his own company was a little convenience store, then Golden Scale Corporation would be a hypermarket with chain stores. If Kaze could get a job there, it would be much more promising than working in Lock’s tiny company and it would also guarantee his future. “Hmph. He got lucky.” Ryna grunted and then looked at Kaze condescendingly. “You better thank Cyan. If not for her, you won’t even get close to Golden Scale Corporation for the rest of your life.” Although Kaze inevitably got Cyan’s help, it was better than him joining Lock’s company. In addition, Ryna finally made peace with her thoughts. Golden Scale Corporation had countless experts and elites that outshone even Wesley. Once Cyan got into the company and had the opportunity to meet

“Is it urgent? Want me to give you a ride?” Lock said as he put down the teapot. “It’s okay, Mr. Yemen. They are sending a car to pick me up,” Kaze said before he walked out of the door. “Hmph! He’s just calling a ride but he has to act like someone is here to pick him up, like he’s some big shot.” Ryna grumbled after Kaze left. She felt uncomfortable with Kaze in the house. Now that Kaze had left, the air felt fresher. …Kaze went downstairs and waited for Hamlin at the entrance of the neighborhood. In less than a cigarette’s time, a black Audi with the car plate ‘Riverbank 00001’ arrived before him. “Mr. Lee.” Hamlin came down and opened the door for him. Kaze glanced at Hamlin’s messy hair and the claw marks on his face. He nodded and got into the car. “What happened to you?” After the car drove off, Kaze asked curiously. As the mayor’s driver, Hamlin always had to make sure his image was presentable, decent at least. Yet he looked like he just fought a

Kent and Jane were behind the bodyguards. Their eyes teared up and their faces pale. “Don’t use the tranquilizers, don’t hurt Myra! She will stop when she gets tired!” Kent said anxiously as he hugged his exhausted wife. The tranquilizers required skills to fire and a little mistake could inflict irreversible damage on the target. Even though Kent had no idea what caused his daughter to behave like a beast, he did not want to hurt her unless absolutely necessary. “Mr. Synder, Mr. Lee is here!” Hamlin quickly ran over. “Kaze!” Kent looked at Kaze before tapping on Jane’s shoulder, calming her down. He then let go of her and went up to Kaze. He said softly, “Kaze, I was sorry about last night. I should have trusted you. Like you said, Myra is on a rampage right now.” He looked guilty as he apologized. He deeply regretted dismissing Kaze last night. Kaze said Myra was cursed and the curse might be lethal, yet no one believed him. This morning, when Myra entered the t

“Mr. Lee, Mrs. Synder is a religious Christian and a loyal patron of St. John Church. When she realized Professor Wilson couldn’t cure Myra, she contacted the church and asked for Pastor Angelo’s help.” Hamlin was worried that Kaze might misunderstand, so he quickly explained to Kaze softly. Kent did not disagree with inviting Pastor Angelo over because he could not be sure if Kaze would agree to help. Even if Kaze agreed, he might not be able to fully cure Myra. Pastor Angelo was different. He was a reputable clergyman in Riverbank and all of West State; many people had faith in him. If Myra was cursed like Kaze said, then inviting Pastor Angelo over might be the more suitable choice. Kaze nodded and did not say anything. It was understandable that the Synder family wanted more options to save their daughter. “Pastor Angelo, please save my daughter! If you can save Myra, I will donate to your church and support any kind of reconstruction!” Jane was behind Pastor Angelo

Even Cole, an unbridled playboy, felt the power of the chants. He felt goosebumps and even had the urge to kneel. Pastor Angelo was indeed powerful. His chants filled the living room instantly. “That’s some powerful hypnosis technique. Is this the secret hypnosis practiced by the church?” Professor Wilson, who got beaten up earlier, finally recovered and came to the scene. He stood behind the group and watched Pastor Angelo work in admiration and awe. He might not understand the chants but as a professor with high achievements in psychology, he too had the urge to kneel. The strongest and most effective form of hypnosis would be religion. A religion had the most number of followers compared to any other psychologist. Even the most powerful politician, the richest man in the world, or even the most vicious criminals had their own beliefs in religion. Professor Wilson used to study different religions and had a decent understanding of Christianity. He knew the church