Novel & Cerita Jericho And Ban

RIGHT FUCKING NOW! “Paige. Calm down.” Jericho said before Callan could stop him. ”Calm down? That was still calm. So don’t you dare do something else to make me angrier Jericho!” ”I know. I’m sorry, Paige. Brad and my team are already working on erasing everything. And I’m sure Duncan’s also threatening people too.”

"Why don't you come get it yourself? Let's see who dies first." Jericho froze, rage boiling so hot it nearly lifted him off the ground. He spat, "Andrew, if it weren't for your cheap sneak attacks, I could kill you in seconds. But now's not the time. I know what you're doing: stalling so Luna, Valerie, and Sheena can escape, right?" Andrew was quiet for a moment, then nodded. "Didn't expect you to actually have a brain. Impressive." Jericho gave a cruel grin. "Oh, I've got more than a brain. My men are already on their way to hunt them down. None of them will get far."

Finally, I smash the table and roar at them, "HEY!!" The two continuously laugh at me, and I notice Takeshi whispers at Jericho, shocked. "You like Mimo?!" He raises his voice as he stands up and glares at me. Our eyes meet, and then I feel a sudden tension between us. Why is Jericho suddenly acting weird??

“And I’m dressed now, just so you know. Not that you can see anything in here.” “Do you know who’s out there?” Jericho paused as if he was listening. Maybe he was scenting the air as well. I don’t know. After an agonizing 30 seconds he says “Both sides. They will have to deal with each other before anyone attempts to get to us in here.”

Rhezi interfered to steal her kids' attention. "By the way, Mr. Montreal, I haven't thanked you properly—" "No need," Kraius immediately cut off Jericho's words. Jericho became silent at that before glancing at Rhezi, meanwhile, Kraius' mischievous aura suddenly vanished. He slightly adjusted himself and took a glimpse of the man beside him. Jericho Bailey, a restaurant magnate and the Montreal family's rival when it comes to Turkish restaurant businesses.

Although he still had some money made from trading that he did in between meetings and after work, it wasn’t enough to pay for Qian Mo’s services. More importantly, Jericho received weird news from Dawn’s allied families, cautioning him about Ricardo’s madness. They remembered how he was Dawn’s closest friend, and while Jericho was a civilian, he had too many deep ties with the Daniels. Ricardo was unlikely to overlook him if things on the territory became worse. That news couldn’t come at a worse time.

I wave at them as I continue to do the accounting. “All good in the kitchen,” Jericho said as he walk out of the kitchen. He walked straight to the fridge and got two bottles of beer. He sat on the stool in front of me as he offered me the other bottle. “So what’s your plan for the tournament?” Jericho asks me as I finished my accounting and set the book aside. “I haven’t thought about it yet,” I admitted as I drank the bottle of beer that he gave me. I don’t know if it was because of my unsettled mind or if it was because I am just thirsty that I almost finish the whole bottle in one go.

Jericho's sincere concern for my well-being underscores the significance of proper training and the potential risks involved in combat situations. “Wow, I can't believe I'm actually doing this training for the first time!” I exclaimed, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. Catching my breath, I turned to Jericho and suggested, “Hey, before we dive back in, how about grabbing a drink? I could use a little refreshment.”