Chapter 335 The Henderson Family of Imperial City is Furious!
William held Mary and walked out of the hotel.
Benjamin glanced a few times at the entrance and then left.
Soon, Alan arrived and was stunned by the scene.
Archibald from the Henderson family in Imperial City was lying unconscious on the floor!
Something big was about to happen!
The coming days in Lindwood City were going to be tough.
Craig stood to the side, scratching his head awkwardly as he asked, "Alan, what should we do?"
Alan frowned slightly, his gaze fixed on Archibald, and sighed helplessly.
"Get him out of here. There's going to be a tough battle ahead. Tell our men to be ready," Alan said, a resolute look flashing across his face.
He would not betray William. He had already made up his mind about William that day.
Even if there would be bloodshed, he would definitely stand behind William!
After that night at the villa, he was even more determined in his thoughts.
Meanwhile, William hailed a cab and took Mary back to Villa No. 1.
Mary was in the master bedroom, soaking in a hot bath, trying her best to scrub away the filth, at least that was what she thought.
After finishing her bath and emerging from the bathroom, Mary was greeted by William's warm gesture as he handed her a bowl of steaming soup. With genuine care, he said, "Mary, here, drink this first."
"Honey, thank you," Mary said.
She sat down, her hair still dripping wet, took a few sips from the bowl, and then stopped.
After that, she curled up on the sofa, staring blankly at the scenery outside the window, not saying a word.
William knew Mary was feeling terrible. After all, having just gone through such an ordeal, no one could come to terms with it so quickly.
In the quiet room, a soft voice suddenly spoke, "William, thank you."
William hurried over, pulled her into his arms, gently stroked her back, and said tenderly, "It's okay, as long as you're okay."
Mary's eyes were lifeless as she looked at William, and her lips were pale. Suddenly, she sat up and called out seriously, "William."
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Should I call a doctor?"
William asked several questions in a row, clearly nervous.
Mary shook her head, looked into William's eyes, and said, "I'm fine. I just want to ask you a question."
Vaguely feeling that Mary had sensed something, William said, "Let's talk about it later. You need to rest now. I'll handle the company matters and the Henderson family. Don't worry. I have a solution."
Mary ignored his words and asked seriously, "William, who are you really?"
William took a deep breath and smiled. "I'm just me. What's wrong? Are you scared?"
As he spoke, he reached out to touch Mary's forehead, but she grabbed his hand. At that moment, she looked like a lifeless rag doll, her eyes filled with fear, and said, "William, answer me honestly. What are you hiding from me? Is your identity really that important?"
William was becoming more and more unreadable to her. It seemed she had never truly understood him.
William had surprised her repeatedly, from opening a restaurant to becoming the young master of the Jones Group in Imperial City, and even making a three-billion-dollar investment. Despite all this, she still couldn't see through who William really was.
She only knew that William was not an ordinary person.
After that night at the villa, she was even more convinced that William's family situation was very complicated.
Perhaps it was because of these complexities that William had hidden things from her.
William held Mary's hand and said seriously, "Mary, just wait a little longer, okay? It's almost time."
William already had a plan in mind.
This time, he was going to catch them all in one go!
He would put an end to Jessica's schemes and the various families and groups eyeing BK Pharmaceuticals.
Archibald was rushed to the hospital and barely survived.
Larkin stood grimly at the door of the operating room, exuding a strong murderous intent. He had long advised Archibald not to act rashly, but he...
This matter couldn't be hidden. Archibald had lost his manhood, which was a big deal!
Larkin walked out of the hospital, dialed a number, and said, "Mr. Henderson, something has happened to Archibald."
"What happened?"
A deep voice came from the other end of the phone, exuding an overwhelming aura of authority.
"Archibald has been crippled," Larkin replied.
"Is it serious? If not, let him come back after he recovers. Just teach William a lesson, but don't cause any deaths."
The voice on the other end was calm and measured, revealing no emotion.
"Archibald might be unable to have children," Larkin answered truthfully, sweating profusely under immense pressure.
For a moment, there was silence on the other end, followed bypressure as overwhelming as a landslide!
Being unable to have children was a big matter; it concerned the Henderson family's legacy!
Moreover, Archibald was the most promising and prestigious candidate for the next head of the family.
The voice on the other end spoke angrily, "Find out who did it and kill them! Bring Archibald back immediately!"
"Yes!" Larkin responded, hung up the phone, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
With the order given, he just needed to execute it.
Imperial City was a bustling international metropolis and a city of indulgence.
In a dimly lit room in a villa, only the moonlight from outside the window illuminated the scene. A young man in a wheelchair stared expressionlessly at the street view outside. His gloomy eyes revealed nothing of his thoughts.
Just then, his phone rang.
When he saw the caller ID, his eyes narrowed slightly. After a brief moment of thought, he answered the call.
A voice reported on the phone, "Sir, we received news that something happened to Archibald. The family head is furious right now. Should you come back and take a look?"
When the man heard this, his expression finally changed slightly, but he still asked calmly, "Archibald?"
Thurlow Henderson, another young master of the Henderson family, gave off a humble vibe, always diligent and unassuming. He was a strong candidate for the next family head!
However, many years ago, Thurlow had vanished from the heart of the Henderson family's influence due to a significant incident. This sudden disappearance had caused a sensation throughout Imperial City.
Rumors spread throughout the circles that Thurlow had offended someone he shouldn't have, causing the Henderson family to lose their chance to enter the highest political arena!
Moreover, Thurlow lost his status as an heir and became a cripple.
"Yes, I heard Archibald was crippled and can no longer have children. The family head has already sent Larkin to handle it," he spoke on the other end recounted in a trembling voice.
"Crippled?" Thurlow asked, his expression indifferent. Even upon hearing such news, he showed no emotional fluctuation.
However, no one knew that he was ecstatic inside!
The opportunity finally had come!
Archibald had been crippled!
After hanging up the phone, Thurlow immediately made a decision.
He knew that tonight, the Henderson family would be sleepless!
More importantly, the thing he had longed for and endured for so long was now within reach!
His era was about to dawn once more!
Eight years ago, he was forced to leave the core of the Henderson family and became a cripple. But from this moment on, he would become a hunting dog, baring his fangs to reclaim what he had lost over the years!
No one truly understood him, or perhaps everyone thought they did.
As Thurlow contemplated the situation at hand, a subtle transformation occurred in his expression. A slight smile began to curl at the corner of his mouth, and the sound of his laughter filled the villa.
A flash of lightning struck, and the entire Imperial City was drenched in rain!
A butler stood respectfully behind a middle-aged man, speaking, "Sir, we've found out."
This was the Biyuan Villa in Imperial City, worth a billion dollars!
The inhabitants of this place were far from ordinary. They were none other than the Ashford family, the most formidable and influential force in all of Imperial City.
"What's his name?" Branwell Ashford asked casually, his eyes never leaving the painting on the wall, which he admired greatly.
"His name is William Jones," the butler replied.
Branwell, with his sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, looked dignified and had a small mustache, exuding an air of dominance!
Branwell turned to the butler and asked, "Jones? From the Jones Group?"
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