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Chapter 888
Beckham was fearless. “Aren't you tellingthat you're sending someone from Eden Joy to take over my place in the company?
“I'll have you know right now that it's impossible! I've been painstakingly running this company for years, and you wantto hand it over to
you just like this?”
Sir Osborn frowned. “Mr. Yoder, this is only for the tbeing. You don’t have to oppose it so strongly.”
“For the tbeing?” Beckham snorted icily, others did not know what Eden Joy was like, but would he not know?
It would be next to impossible for anyone or anything controlled by Eden Joy to want to leave. Eden Joy's domineering ways had never been
shown outside, so outsiders did not even understand what it was like!
Only people with sufficient status and level who worked under Eden Joy—like him—were aware of how difficult it was to leave Eden Joy. It was
similar for the grandmasters as well, and swere even killed directly!
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If Kayson had not saved him, the businesses and assets he had spent so many years building would have gone
to Eden Joy.
“You know very well if it’s for the tbeing or not, Guardian Palace!”
Guardian Palace snorted and snarled, “Beckham Yoder, you're overestimating your significance! If you don't
hand it over, I'll replace you with someone who's willing to do so.”
“This is the real you, Eden Joy. Those who obey you prosper, while those who defy you die. There's no third way
out,” Beckham said coldly.
Guardian Palace looked frosty. “You're slandering US. | shall kill you myself right now. This is clearing junk from
our own space, which is just right.”
Guardian Palace got up as he spoke with his energy rumbling.
Beckham grew nervous immediately while Taylor kept a close eye on him, looking grim. A sly man like Beckham
would never act so rashly for no reason. He must have ssort of confidence to go against Guardian Palace
right in front of everyone. It begged the question—what was the source of Beckham's confidence?
While Taylor thought about it, he suddenly captured a powerful sense of energy outside. He exclaimed in rage
right away, “ Beckham Yoder! You've sided with Kayson Yarde!”
Everyone there was shocked, especially Falon, who was terrified. He turned pale right away, with terror filling his
eyes.
The door was shoved open violently, and the lock was damaged as Kayson strolled in. He looked in confusion at
the dazed Guardian Palace. “Beckham’s my subordinate. You're going to kill him?”
Guardian Palace froze. His hand that was going to attack with inner energy also halted in the air.
“Why aren’t you attacking him? Hurry up and kill Beckham. You'll lose face otherwise.”
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Guardian Palace scowled immediately, fearful and insulted.
“Kayson Yarde...” Taylor was so angry that Kayson's nwas gritted out of his clenched jaw. He was the patrol of Eternalporium.
Everywhere he went, people would show him respect. It was only here that he kept suffering losses!
Wayion was to be blamed. He had made it clear that he was on the opposite side, otherwise, Taylor would not have to feel so restrained! A
mere grandmaster had even stepped all over him. This was an immense insult!
“Hmph!”
A snort sounded behind Kayson before Bryson stood next to him.
When everyone saw Bryson, they were aghast and intimidated. Bryson Yost, the president of Heathein and a warlord!
Beads of sweat dotted sir Osborn’s head. He stayed silent, not daring to speak, as he sat in distress.
Kayson himself could already kill a warlord. In addition to Bryson, that meant there were two warlords!