NOVPUBChapter 1309: 598 Jealous Heaven_1 Chapter 1309: 598 Jealous Heaven_1 A police car halted at the entrance of the alley.
A young officer was about to exit when his older colleague hastily stopped him.
“Don’t go.”
“A life is nearly lost, and we can’t just stay idle.” The young officer’s face was filled with righteous indignation.
“The Drakes are too much, forcibly demolishing land and leaving ordinary people homeless.
As guardians of justice, we absolutely cannot condone such wrongdoings.”
The older officer glanced at him: “As I thought, newly graduated, full of vigor and vitality.
Don’t be surprised if you are asked to take off this uniform and return to your hometown to farm tonight.”
The young officer’s cheeks flushed with anger: “How outrageous, is there no justice left?”
“You’re too young, you don’t understand the twists and turns here.
Unless the backing of the Drakes fails, they are not going to topple over.
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As the proverb says, ‘When immortals fight, the little demons suffer’.
We are those little demons.
Let’s just keep our doors clean, rather than meddling in every affair.”
The young officer kicked the car door hard, “This is infuriating!”
The old officer leisurely took a puff of his cigarette, observing the farce at the gate of the Drake’s house.
“Rich houses reek of unearned weal.
Bones of the poor lie everywhere on the road.”
The Drakes are local tycoons, often making economic news.
Their real estate group is well-known locally.
Last year, they developed a new project, Morrison Garden.
They liked a piece of land in Knox Village, and before getting the approval documents, they forced the people of Knox Village to relocate without even consulting them.
The villagers naturally disagreed, and a dispute arose.
A few days ago, a construction team injured a villager while starting work—he is reportedly still in critical condition—and the conflict escalated.
It is said that those who have nothing are not afraid of those who have everything.
The Drakes care about their face and reputation, but the villagers of Knox Village are not afraid.
They have used all methods—crying, making noise, even threatening to hang themselves—and have sworn to fight to the end with the Drakes.
“Madam, Madam, something terrible has happened.” The Drakes’ housekeeper stumbled into the Buddha Hall, where an old woman, clad in a grey traditional dress, her figure slim and composed, was kneeling on a meditation cushion under the statue of the Buddha.
Upon hearing the housekeeper’s panicked voice, Madam Drake showed no panic.
Between her old fingers, the Buddhist beads rolled one by one.
“What are you panicking about?”
The old housekeeper wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and stopped at the entrance, not daring to step into the Buddha Hall.
“The people of Knox Village are causing trouble again, and this time many people came.
If it continues, our family’s reputation will be ruined, Madam.
What are we to do?”
“Where is Dustin?”
“Master…
he, he has not come back for three days.
I called the company, and they said they haven’t seen him, either.
He…he isn’t in any trouble, is he?”
Mrs.
Drake’s mouth twitched, showing a hint of mockery: “Of everyone who might be in trouble, he’s the one who won’t be.
It’s time for his wife to step in.”
“Madam claimed that she was not feeling well, so she asked you to take control.”
“Every single one of them, they certainly know how to make me, an old woman, toil.”
Mrs.
Drake slowly got up, and a maid immediately came forward to support her.
The housekeeper stepped forward, took a coat from one side and draped it over Madam Drake, “The weather is cold, Madam.
Please be careful not to catch a chill.”
In the foggy sky, the drizzle was endless, and the cold wind, wrapped in rain and drifting from beneath the eaves, brought a few chills.
“Spring rain is precious.
It seems this will be a good harvest this year.”
Madam Drake stepped into the rain.
The housekeeper promptly raised an umbrella above her head to shield her from the drizzling rain.
The grand entrance of the Drake mansion slowly swung open, and the people of Knox Village surged forward, only to be met by an old woman.
In her seventies or eighties, she walked steadily, her persona revealing no signs of frailty.
Her head of silver hair and peaceful countenance betrayed no signs of her age, except for the sharpness hidden within the depth of her cloudy eyes, which revealed that this was not an ordinary old woman.
Despite her advanced age, one could see a hint of her bygone youthful beauty in her aged features.
Even as time took its toll, turning her locks into frosty white and her face creased with wrinkles, her every move maintained an imposing and dignified grace.
Upon her appearance, the chaotic scene went momentarily silent.
The housekeeper coughed and announced, “This is Mrs.
Drake of the Drake family.
In the absence of the Master, she will handle things.”
“Granny Drake?” The crowd exchanged looks.
The legendary Granny Drake was well-known in her youth.
After her husband passed away during the most difficult time of the Drake family, she single-handedly held up Drake’s family.
But the good times didn’t last long—her most outstanding son died as well.
Since then, Granny Drake lived quietly and secluded, with no one ever seeing her.
Seeing the legendary Granny Drake now, everyone’s expression changed to one of respect.
Before Dustin took over the Drakes, the family had an excellent reputation.
Who in Coral Island didn’t know about Noah Drake, a character of exceptional talent?
Granny Drake took pride in Noah.
But alas, heaven is envious of the gifted.
Noah died abruptly before he could fulfill his ambitions, causing innumerable people to sigh and grieve.
If only Noah were still alive, he certainly wouldn’t allow Dustin, an unremarkable man, to be so carefree.
It is truly a time bereft of heroes that allows such a contemptible man to make a name.
“Neighbors and fellow villagers, good day.
I am the matriarch of the Drakes, the grandmother of Dustin Drake.
I have been made aware of your predicament—I, an old woman, promise you that within three days, even if I have to exhaust all of my wealth, I will give you all a satisfactory answer.”
Granny Drake spoke in a resolute tone, her gaze steady.
Wherever she passed, it felt as though raked by gusts of chilling wind, instinctively intimidating.
Everyone might distrust Dustin, but they trusted Granny Drake and Noah—despite the many years that had passed, their names still commanded respect.
“Alright, I’ll trust Granny Drake this time.
We will return in three days.”
With that, the leader yelled as he led his people away.
In the blink of an eye, there was no one left at the gate of the Drake family
Granny Drake suddenly staggered backward.
The housekeeper quickly supported her and worriedly asked, “Madam, your health…?”
Granny Drake’s gaze was steady and her voice was calm, “I’m fine.
Go and drag that rebellious child back here.
If he does not return by tonight, I will disown him from our family tree.
The Drakes do not have such an unfilial offspring.”
The housekeeper acknowledged and hurriedly instructed his subordinates to search for Dustin.
The old police officer clicked his tongue: “An old ginger is spicier.
When trouble arises, there are still seniors to wipe your ass.
Dustin sure is lucky.”
At that moment, the door of a Mercedes sedan parked at the roadside opened.
A young man stepped out.
The car had been parked for about twenty minutes, and the old police officer had been secretly observing it all this while.
The young man held up an umbrella.
As it was lifted, his handsome features were unveiled under the dusky blue rain curtain.
“Holy…” The old officer almost got his mouth burnt by his cigarette as he sprang up, staring unbelievingly at the tall and slender figure in front of him.
“I’ve seen a ghost!”
