LORD CHESTER COMES BACK

At that moment, Jun Chester walked out of the supermarket. He didn’t even glance at Christopher Walsh who was standing outside. Instead, he strolled towards Dion who was standing on a stool. All the onlookers at the scene were guessing Jun Chester’s identity.

What kind of background did this guy have? How could he make Mayor Christopher Walsh appear so humble in front of him?

Jun Chester had already seen what Dion was doing outside the supermarket. This troublesome kid needed some education! Jun Chester walked to Dion’s side and, under everyone’s watchful gaze, kicked the stool under Dion’s feet. The stool shattered instantly!

Everyone around widened their eyes! Dion stumbled and fell, but in that instant, Jun Chester grabbed his shirt. Dion was stunned, looking at Jun Chester in a daze.

“D-dad!” stuttered Dion.

Jun Chester coldly stared at Dion and pointed at the Mohawk youth nearby. “Do you know why he ended up like this? You don’t have the ability yet, but even if you did, you shouldn’t be so reckless! This man is in this situation because of his foolish arrogance! Do you want to be like him?”

Dion seemed to understand something and was filled with shame. But he was still a child, and tears filled his eyes.

Seeing his son’s tears, Jun Chester’s heart ached, but he didn’t show any mercy. As his father, it was his duty to educate him. Otherwise, his son would bring shame upon himself in the future.C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

Jun Chester gently scolded Dion as he put him down on the ground. “Go think about what you did wrong and write a letter of guarantee for me!”

Dion cried loudly. Jun Chester glared at him. “You’re not allowed to cry!”

Dion immediately silenced. The others who witnessed the scene were dumbfounded. In the eyes of the Mohawk youth, though, it was incredibly satisfying. He wished that the brat would be beaten to death by his own father!

But at that moment, Jun Chester coldly glanced at the Mohawk youth. His gaze was as cold as a blade. The Mohawk youth was so scared that he fell to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood, his face full of terror.

Jun Chester then spoke slowly. “You should feel lucky that no one died, or else you would regret it!”

The Mohawk youth was frightened, nearly to death. His son was arrogant, but he was even more so! Just one look from him had made him spit blood?

Jun Chester ignored the Mohawk youth and turned his attention to Christopher Walsh. Christopher Walsh’s body went limp, and he blurted out, “Lord…”

Before he could finish saying “Lord Chester,” Jun Chester interrupted him. “Today, since Lordran Prosperity unleashed a dog and harmed people, we should handle this matter according to the law!”

Christopher Walsh hurriedly apologized. “Yes, yes, yes! I’ll definitely handle this properly!”

Jun Chester looked at the many special agents present. “Just one of them is enough. You still have to deal with your official duties!”

Christopher Walsh bowed. “Understood!”

Jun Chester spoke nonchalantly. “Everyone, dismiss!”

Soon, the crowd dispersed. But from that day on, everyone on the street knew one thing for sure – Mrs. Knowles’ son-in-law from Fifth Avenue was not to be messed with!

In the meantime, Mildred Clayborne from the city hospital had arrived with a rabies vaccine for Carol Knowles. Jun Chester invited Mildred to stay for dinner.

“Mildred, Lyvia went with her dad to pick up some supplies, and they’ll be back soon. Why don’t you stay and have dinner with us? You’ve been taking care of Lyvia all these years.”

Mildred Clayborne rolled her eyes at Jun Chester. “We’re all friends here, why mention it? The hospital is busy, I need to go back now. Maybe tonight, we can have dinner together.”

Jun Chester didn’t insist. Mildred Clayborne looked at Dion in the corner, nodded her head towards him, and asked Jun Chester, “What happened to your son?”

Jun Chester replied casually, “He made a mistake.”

Mildred Clayborne pursed her lips. “You’ve been away for seven years, and the kid has grown up to be sensible. Now that you’ve finally returned, you’re disciplining him. How could you be so heartless?”

Carol Knowles nearby also wore a pained expression. It was obvious that she felt sorry for her grandson, but educating his son was indeed Jun Chester’s responsibility.

Jun Chester’s face was expressionless, and he didn’t bother explaining further. Instead, he said to Carol Knowles, “Mom, I’m going to find Mr. Woods now. Just leave Dion standing there; I know what I’m doing.” With that, Jun Chester left. Carol Knowles was stunned. He… What did he just call her? Mom? Oh my! Her mood instantly improved, and even the recent rabies vaccine shot didn’t seem to hurt anymore. Carol Knowles watched Jun Chester’s receding figure, unable to suppress her grin. A mother-in-law looking at her son-in-law could only grow more pleased.

On the other side, at Randall Design, Lordran’s most famous artist, Woods Randall, was fully engrossed in painting on the second floor. On the first floor, a beautiful woman dressed in summer attire stood humbly in front of a young man in a suit. This young man was Harold Pritchard, Woods Randall’s most accomplished student. Countless important people from Dirtmouth would come here every day, hoping to acquire one of Harold Pritchard’s paintings, which were worth a fortune.

The woman was Sandra Simpson. Although she wasn’t exactly a big shot in Dirtmouth, she was the CEO of a company and had come specifically to buy a painting. “Mr. Pritchard, my company is just missing one of your paintings!” she said. “If you can help me, money is not a problem!” Harold Pritchard’s tone was indifferent. “It’s not about the money. Mr. Woods said we don’t sell paintings to commercial companies. It’s a rule.” Sandra Simpson remained humble. “But I’m already here, and I brought cash, over a hundred thousand! I just want one painting!”

Just as Harold Pritchard was about to say something, a man’s laughter came from behind Sandra Simpson. “What kind of painting?” she asked, turning around subconsciously. “Jun Chester?” The painter, Harold Pritchard, who was working behind the long table, also looked up when he heard Jun Chester’s voice. The next moment, he hurriedly walked over to greet him. “Mr. Chester!” Jun Chester raised his hand with a smile. “Harold, where’s the old man?”

Just then, hurried footsteps were heard from upstairs. Sandra Simpson looked over and saw Woods Randall rushing down from the second floor. Mr… Mr. Woods? But why was he so panicked? The usually calm Mr. Woods was actually running? What could have happened? Woods Randall’s next words took Sandra Simpson by surprise. “Master! When did you return?”