A meeting was taking place at the prestigious Dragon villa in the South Hampton suburbs at the time. An elite squad of more than a hundred security guards stood guard at the villa’s entrance. Anyone trying to get in without being seen was doomed.
That day, the Three Musketeers had gathered in the drawing room for a game of cards. Despite the fact that they were all elderly and white-haired, they appeared to be alive and well. A keen, insidious look flashed in their eyes now and then, enough to make anyone shiver with fear.
Aside from the three elderly men, there was also a middle-aged man present. He was dressed in high-end clothing and had obviously paid close attention to his appearance. He didn’t have anything greasy or old-fashioned about him.
Klaus Gonzales was the man in question. On the surface, he appeared to be a pleasant, learned gentleman. At times, people mistook him for a university professor.
He was, however, a ruthless tyrant in reality. A young man burst into the room at that precise moment.
“Father, the coffin has arrived at the Jones family’s residence!” Paulie Gonzales, Klaus’s son, was the man in question. Klaus burst out laughing. “Wonderful, wonderful!”
“Paulie, Klaus, what are you talking about?” Lionel inquired. “Father, the Jones family recently discovered Emma Jones’s scumbag son. He’d even come to their anniversary celebration!” Klaus was quick to respond. Enraged, Lionel slammed his cards onto the table with a loud bang.
“What?” he hissed angrily. They had tracked down Emma Jones’s thug son, and the Joneses had even invited him to their anniversary gathering?
Perseus Emil and Ritchie Fulmer had also recovered from their shock. They immediately began ranting and raving about the situation. “What does Michael mean when he says that? Is he wishing to offend The Three Musketeers in this way?”
“Exactly! He’s officially acknowledging the boy as his grandson by inviting him to their anniversary meeting!” “Are the Joneses out to make the three of us look bad? “Are they fed up with living?”
The Three Musketeers were right to be enraged. Emma Jones’ pregnancy had left an indelible stain on all three of their reputations more than two decades ago.
They were planning to murder Emma Jones and her unborn child at the time. Emma was eventually disinherited by the Joneses. She’d vanished into the bowels of South Hampton, leaving the child orphaned.
The Three Musketeers had assumed that was the end of the story. The Three Musketeers felt like they’d been slapped in the face now that the Jones family had welcomed the boy back with open arms.
Obviously, they were enraged! They had every right to be if they wanted to be. “In any case, her scumbag son now resides in the Edburg Manor of the Jones family. This indicates that they are aware of his family status.”
“Just now, I had gotten Paulie to deliver a coffin to the Jones family’s residence,” Klaus continued.
“That’s hardly enough to warn them!” Lionel snarled, enraged. Go to the Jones family’s house, Paulie, and ask Michael Jones what all of this means! I want him to kneel in front of The Three Musketeers and explain his actions to us!”
Levi and the others were still debating what to do with the coffin when they returned to Edburg Manor’s gates. A few cars pulled up to the gate at that precise moment.
A slew of bodyguards exited the vehicle as the door opened, their bodies completely shielding a young man who appeared to be the son of a wealthy family. The Joneses’ expressions changed when they saw the man. “Which one of you is the bastard son Levi Garrison?” Paulie Gonzales yelled as he stepped out of the car.
