Noble Husband At the Door (Antonio) novel Chapter 57

"Blake Coleman, I'll ask you this one last time. Where i s my wife?" Manfred’s voice was as cold as ice, his bloodied face resembling that of a vengeful ghost.

Blake was still nonchalant, as if he could not be touched. This was because he felt that neither Manfred nor Samuel would dare to truly raise a hand against him.

"Didn't I already tell you? She's dead. She was already dead when you were taken," he said.

Manfred did not go ballistic like he did earlier.

Instead, he was still deathly calm. However, Samuel felt a vicious murderous intent radiating from the old man.

"Call your underlings. Get as many as you can," Samuel told Johann. If Manfred truly killed Blake here, they could not escape with just the three of them.

Johann whipped out his phone in a frenzy and quickly punched the numbers on his phone.

"Since she's already dead, go ahead and accompany her, will you? She's scared of the dark," Manfred said.

Blake looked at him disdainfully and said, "You dare t o kill me? Do you know the gravity of the retribution you will face if I die here? In the end, it won't just be you. The three of you and the Sues will accompany me to my grave."

Johann wiped the cold sweat off his forehead. He knew that Blake meant every word he said. He was not like Gareth; that man was a shrimp compared to Blake even though he, too, had his supporters. Blake’s yearly earnings from his casinos were startling. He definitely bought off plenty of powerful people. He would have long been thrown into jail otherwise, with so many gambling dens being operated. If he got into trouble, it would affect the profit of many people. Would they still have a place in Cloud City?

"Calm down, Manfred. He’s no use to us dead," Johann advised the old man.

"Johann still has some sense, at least. Do you really have the f*cking guts, Manfred?" Blake looked at him scornfully.

"Do whatever you want to do, Manfred," Samuel said. "I t doesn't matter how many or how strong his supporters are."

Johann was shocked. Samuel actually thought nothing of Blake Coleman. Then would he seem cowardly with what he just said?

"Pooh!" Blake looked at Samuel mockingly. "You really know how to lie, you good-for-nothing," he said. "Do you know what kind of people have my back?”

Samuel did not even spare him a glance and said to Manfred, "I'll be waiting for you outside."

When he left, he called Johann to come along.

Blake’s underlings enclosed the entire space outside the office. They saw Samuel and Johann coming out, but none of them dared to make a rash move.

"You disappointed me." Samuel did not give two hoots about the danger surrounding him; his casual expression was not a mask either.

Johann dipped his head. He did show his cowardliness with this incident. However, from his point of view, it was only right to fear Blake, and the people backing him should not be underestimated. Trying to chop off the finger here was like trying to provoke the entire body. Who knew what consequences they would have to face if Blake died?

"You’re really not scared of him, sir?" Johann said, almost not believing him. On what basis could Samuel be so carefree?

Samuel's lips curled into a small smile. How could he b e scared of people that only had influence in Cloud City?

He squatted before the grave, a smile playing at his lips.

"Eight years ago, she told me that she wanted to see

Cloud City in all its beauty. It took me three years to rise to the top of the entire city. Then five years ago, she told me she was tired-that she wanted to rest. I dropped everything and lived my days peacefully with her."

'If you want the moon, I will give you the moon.

'If you want mountains to move, I will move mountains for you.'

Manfred was so brave and bold that he would command the weather for his Juliet.

"The h*ll? Why were you so f*cking impulsive?" Despite Samuel's even temper, even he could not help but curse after he heard Manfred's words.

Manfred flashed a bitter smile and looked at Samuel." You would do the same if you were me," he said.

This hypothetical situation drenched Samuel into deep thoughts, but he quickly shook his head. "No, I wouldn't," he replied. "I can only protect her if I'm strong enough." 1

"Maybe things wouldn't have turned out this way if I had thought that earlier." Manfred curled his fingers, digging them into the soil.