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Chapter 140
Chapter 140
Chapter 140
The Aquila family was one of the most powerful familles of Lannopolis.
At this moment, Brennan Aquila, the patriarch of the Aquila family was frowning and sitting in his usual seat.
"Is there no news?" he asked the servant before him.
"Sir, we've searched the entirety of Rivenesco, but we couldn't locate Devon. We've also inquired with the
Panther Gang and checked the Langley family's main villa in Rivenesco, but we found nothing," the servant said.
When he heard that, Brennan looked even more troubled.
His second son, Devon, had taken along speople from the Panther Gang to Rivenesco a few days ago. He
had wanted to seek revenge but had then disappeared.
"Investigate more! Use more drastic measures if you need to!" he shouted.
"There's no need to investigate any further," said a woman's voice from beyond the room.
A beautiful, elegant young woman walked into the Aquila family's living room.
"Who are you?" Brennan asked.
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"Bianca Winter of the Seven Clans of Central Harbor," the woman said dispassionately.
"The Winter family!" The head of the Aquila family was stunned.
The Seven Clans of Central Harbor were seven families with over a century of heritage. They had unshakeable
foundations, with wealth and power that were beyond his imagination. They were families with exceptional «
influence.
Even a prominent family of Lannopolis had to respect them.
"Miss Winter, what has brought you to my home?" asked Brennan politely.
"Devon Aquila is dead," Bianca said.
"What did you say?" He was taken aback.
"Three days ago, someone named Dustin Fox cut Devon's head off at the Langley family's main villa. His body
was desecrated!" Bianca chuckled.
The head of the Aquila family got up. His face was a mask of rage.
"Who is Dustin Fox?!"
"Someone the Wyatt family kicked out long ago. A worthless nobody," Bianca said.
The head of the Aquila family slammed a hand on the chair he had been sitting in and reduced it to splinters.
The threat of violence rolled off of him in waves.
"Where is he?!" he asked viciously.
"He has already arrived in Lannopolis."
"Search the city! Drag Dustin Fox here before me!" Brennan yelled.
"Dustin was kicked out of the Wyatt family. He was trained by Lucas Wyatt, so he has sdecent skills," Bianca
said in warning. "The Wyatt daughters are my cousins. Dustin is a traitor and was kicked out long ago. He
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his family and is an ungrateful trash! The Wyatt family wants to settle this matter. So, | am here to bring them
justice..."
The head of the Aquila family nodded respectfully at Bianca.
"| offer you my services in this endeavor, Miss Winter."
Satisfied, Bianca nodded. She grinned.
"Sometimes, you need to use sextrmeasures to teach someone a lesson they'll never forget!"
While the Aquila family sent out all their forces to hunt Dustin down, he was quietly sitting in a small bar in
Lannopolis.
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It was a jazz club, so the place was not too noisy.
There was someone playing a saxophone onstage as Dustin sat in a corner. He was drinking cheap beer.
At a table not too far away from him sat a young and pretty woman.
Her beauty caught the attention of many people in the bar. Even Dustin stole a few glances at her.
There were bottles of alcohol littering her table. She reached for them at random as she drank them. She
becincreasingly dazed.
Smen, with ill intentions, waited for her to becdrunk enough to approach.
Yet, Irene West continued to pour drinks for herself. She wanted to numb herself with alcohol. That was the only
way she could wash away her sorrow. She could feel the eyes of those around her but did not care at all.
To her, all these men were the same.
After drinking for a while more, she started to feel intoxicated.
A group of people walked into the jazz club.
The person in the head was in his early twenties. He had the air of a rich young heir.
He walked straight to Irene.
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