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Chapter 1135: Chapter 1135: Revenge
The sound of a dart echoed non-stop within the hotel.
Assassinates someone in public?
And the victim is the second son of the Cook Family?
With a thud!
Quamane Cook’s eyes were filled with disbelief as he fell to the ground.
A massive amount of blood gushed from his mouth.
Struggling briefly, he died.
Killed by a single dart!
It pierced his heart!
In the vast hotel, you could hear a pin drop.
"My... My son..."
Callum Cook stood frozen, his throat moved slightly as he slowly bent down.
With trembling hands, he touched Quamane’s face, tears streaming down his face.
"He brought this upon himself, he couldn’t survive it."
Julius Reed led Bamboo Whitaker, step by step to Callum Cook.
The bodyguards wisely stepped back.
Nobody wanted to extend their life!
Furthermore, from the moment Bamboo Whitaker appeared at the Starlight Mansion, the Cook Family had already lost.
"You can have everything from the Whitaker family," Callum Cook turned around furiously, his eyes red as he yelled, "But why, why did you have to kill my son!"
"Your son?"
Julius Reed placed the dart on Callum Cook’s head. "Your son’s life matters, but does not the Whitaker family’s? Initially, Ian Cook, to seize the Whitaker family fortune, caused the deaths of dozens of Whitakers! How do we settle this debt?"
As soon as he spoke, the whole room was in uproar.
"Is that so? The Whitaker family was actually killed by the Cook Family? I had suspicions, but I didn’t expect them to be true!"
"I’ve said it before: how could the Whitaker family just coincidentally have people dying of illness, nearly wiped out! And Ian Cook, with not a single issue!"
"Damn the Cook Family, that’s a bit too much! Murder for wealth indeed!"
The discussions among the guests were filled with anger.
Though they were businessmen, their conscience was not lost.
Hearing the truth about the Whitaker family, a nameless fury surged in their hearts.
"You’re slandering us!"
Callum Cook was somewhat panicked.
This matter was only known by the Cook Family people; how did this man find out?
"It doesn’t matter anymore."
With a clang!
Julius Reed threw a dart on the ground. "I’ve said before, Lucian Whitaker is my friend. Today, in front of everyone, I’m giving you a chance."
He tossed the dart onto the ground. "Commit suicide, and you might retain some dignity."
"You dare! In broad daylight, you dare kill me?" Callum Cook pointed at his own face, roaring in anger, "Who do you think you are?"
"But your son, I obviously killed him."
Julius Reed smiled as he bent down, only half a meter away from Callum Cook. "Back then, the evidence of your harm to the Whitaker persons, I already had it."
After speaking, he pressed the voice recorder.
Inside, was Palmer Cook’s voice.
Excluding the part about Medicine King Valley, the entire confession Palmer Cook made that day in the restaurant was clearly played.
"You..."
Callum Cook’s face was filled with disbelief.
"This recording is enough to ruin your reputation," Julius Reed looked around the room, gazing at the people in the hall, and said with a light smile, "If anyone is interested, I can make a copy for each of you."
With a thud!
Callum Cook collapsed directly onto the ground.
His gaze was blank.
Once the acts of the Cook Family were exposed,
They would lose their standing in Morwenna.
And there, standing before him, was Bamboo Whitaker.
"Can you tell me your name?"
Callum Cook slowly raised his head, took a deep breath, and suddenly became very calm.
"Julius Reed."
Julius Reed smiled slightly. "You won’t rest in peace even as a ghost?"
"Heh, so it seems."
Callum Cook slowly picked up the hidden weapon box from the ground, a bitter smile on his face, "Really, I won’t rest until I haunt you."
"If you really could turn into a ghost." Julius Reed pointed at Callum Cook. "I would shatter your soul! You’re no match for me alive, how can you be in death? Farewell, no goodbyes!"
"Hss..."
Callum Cook took a deep breath.
Slowly closed his eyes.
His finger—
Triggered the mechanism!
Swoosh!
A dart to the soul.
The nominal chairman of the Whitaker Corporation, with eyes wide open, fell on the main stage.
Blood gushed like a fountain.
It even splattered onto the birthday cake.
It was quite ironic.
Callum Cook was a puppet.
He had no choice.
Many in the audience were friends of Blaze Whitaker.
Their involvement in the murder of the Whitaker family wouldn’t endure scrutiny.
Once investigated, it would certainly be exposed!
Callum Cook had been living in fear for many years.
Now, it was a kind of relief.
"Quamane Cook died in a drunk driving accident, killing five people, he deserved his death!"
Julius Reed finished speaking and softly exclaimed, "Terry Moore!"
"Present!"
Terry Moore shouted loudly.
"Open the coffin!"
Whoosh!
The marble coffin was flung open!
"Bon voyage, Mr. Cook!"
Julius Reed said, then with one hand, he grabbed Callum Cook’s corpse and fiercely threw it toward the door.
Thud!
The corpse landed in the coffin.
It fit perfectly.
"Ah..."
Terry Moore lifted the marble coffin lid single-handedly and slammed it shut with force!
The guests in the lobby were somewhat terrified.
This scene was too sudden.
A birthday transformed into a death day.
"Everyone, the host is dead. What are you still doing here?"
Julius Reed walked to the cake, gently pushed the blood aside with a knife, cut a piece, and put it in his mouth.
He chewed gently.
The taste seemed not bad?
The faint vanilla flavor stimulated his appetite.
"Want a bite?"
He looked at Bamboo Whitaker.
The present Bamboo Whitaker, with red eyes, continuously shed tears.
Was this revenge?
But what was the point!
The Whitaker Family could never come back to life.
"Where is Ian Cook?"
Julius Reed turned around and stared at the dumbstruck bodyguards.
No one answered.
Swoosh!
A steel fork flew from Julius Reed’s hand.
The bodyguard closest to him had his five fingers neatly chopped off.
"He’s... upstairs!"
His colleague hastily shouted.
Fearing that a late response would cost him his fingers.
"Thank you."
Julius Reed said very gentlemanly and slowly started walking upstairs.
The door to the box at the stair’s landing was open.
Ian Cook was sitting in a chair, head tilted back, blood flowing from every orifice.
He was already dead.
"Did he poison himself?"
Julius Reed, dragging Bamboo Whitaker along, gently grabbed Ian Cook’s pulse with his hand.
"Wicked woman!"
Bamboo Whitaker finally couldn’t hold back, and started punching and kicking Ian Cook’s corpse.
While hitting, she sobbed bitterly.
"Brother Davenport!"
Just then, Terry Moore and Karen burst in and, seeing what was in front of them, were both taken aback.
"Karen, I feel he isn’t dead." 𝒏𝒐𝒗𝒑𝒖𝙗.𝒄𝒐𝒎
Julius Reed sat on a chair, scrutinizing, "At Medicine King Valley, do you have any drugs that can feign death?"
He didn’t believe that Ian Cook could die so easily.
"There really is!"
Karen took out two silver needles from her pocket and fiercely stabbed them into the top of Ian Cook’s head.
"Uh..."
With a sound, Ian Cook opened his eyes.
When he saw Julius Reed and Bamboo Whitaker, his eyes filled with terror!
Just before, Ian Cook had seen Callum Cook’s grisly death through surveillance and hurriedly swallowed a pill.
But he hadn’t expected...
"Didn’t expect that, did you?" Julius Reed said with a faint smile, "Not to conceal it, your father was also killed by me."
"What!"
Ian Cook’s eyes widened.
Pff!
Julius Reed held Bamboo Whitaker close, covering her eyes with his hand.
One slash, slicing open Ian Cook’s throat.
"Let’s go!"
After saying that, he turned and left.
Leaving only Ian Cook clutching his neck.
...
An hour later!
Crash!
The glass on the second floor was shattered!
A man charged crazily towards Ian Cook.
When he saw the two silver needles on top of Ian Cook’s head, his whole body trembled.
"Brother!"
Finally.
He roared.
