Making Millions With The Eyes Of God

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Three helicopters successively landed on the lush lawn of the Wyatt family’s mansion.

James and Benny, along with Bob, stood ready to greet the arrivals at the front of the villa.

As the helicopter doors opened, martialists from Blade Gate disembarked one by one.

Strikingly, from one of the helicopters, four Blade Gate martialists carefully carried a stretcher with a figure shrouded in white, masking any view of their face.

Witnessing a person draped in white being escorted from the helicopter, James, Benny, and Bob wore puzzled expressions.

Who could it be on that stretcher?

Moreover, James noticed that everyone had disembarked, but there was no sign of Karl.

“Where’s Karl?” James couldn’t help but ask Benny.

Benny paused, then suggested, “Maybe Karl had some matters to attend to at the mountain villa, and that’s why he hasn’t returned.”

That seemed to be the only plausible reason in James‘ mind.

Still he remained intensely curious about the identity of the person on the stretcher.

At that moment, about twenty Blade Gate martialists approached, their faces etched with sorrow.

Both James and Benny felt an unsettling atmosphere.

Why did these martialists look so grief–stricken?

Benny inquired, “Gentlemen, why hasn’t Karl returned?”

One of the Blade Gate martialists, looking devastated, replied, “Mr. Benny Wyatt, I regret to inform you that Mr. Karl Wyatt has met with misfortune.”

Upon hearing this, both Benny and James wore faces of utter shock.

James immediately inquired, “What happened to Karl?”

The Blade Gate martialist, voic

shaking with grief, said, “Mr. Karl Wyatt… he’s been murdered.”

“What?!” James‘ eyes widened in disbelief.

He almost couldn’t fathom what he had heard, and he impulsively lunged forward, grasping the collar of the Blade Gate martialist in a momentary loss of control.

“You must be mistaken. How could Karl be killed?”

The martialist lowered his head, a mask of anguish on his face. “Mr. James Wyatt,” he lamented, “I assure you, Mr. Karl Wyatt is indeed gone. The body on the stretcher is his.”

Shock painted every inch of James‘ face.

The grip on the martialist’s collar gradually loosened.

Then, he suddenly looked at the stretcher carried by the four martialists of the Blade Gate.

He staggered toward the stretcher, followed closely by Benny and Bob, all faces marked with sorrow.

With a trembling hand, James slowly pulled back the white cloth covering the face, revealing Karl’s lifeless visage. Karl’s closed eyes, pallid face, and blackened lips bore the grim stamp of death.

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It felt like a dagger to James‘ heart. The sight tore him apart.

He couldn’t believe that his accomplished son, the prodigious disciple of Blade Gate, was gone.

“No… Karl!” Benny’s face contorted in grief as he saw his brother’s face on the stretcher.

“Wake up! You can’t leave us!”

He desperately shook Karl’s limp arm.

A blaze of fury ignited in James‘ eyes. Turning to all the Blade Gate martialists present, he gritted his teeth and demanded, “Who did this to Karl?”

The Blade Gáte martialist who had spoken earlier looked at James and said, “Mr. James Wyatt, it was Gilmore who killed Mr. Karl Wyatt

The martialist hesitated, then added, “And… Miss Gellar’s fate is uncertain.”

James, stunned, replied, “What did you say? Miss Gellar’s whereabouts are unknown? Tell me, what exactly happened?”

The martialist then recounted the events: Karl accidentally hurt Juline with his flying dagger, Gilmore killed Karl with a dagger, and finally, both Gilmore and Juline plunged into a deep abyss.

James was so shocked he was at a loss for words.

Had Juline fallen for Gilmore at first sight?

How could Karl have met his end in Gilmore’s hands?

And the idea of Gilmore and Juline jumping into the abyss together in a Romeo–and–Juliet act was beyond belief. With a grave expression, he thought, “Juline is the heiress of the leader of Blade Gate. This is not a small matter.

“And with Karl accidentally harming her, he played a part in this tragedy.”

Turning to the Blade Gate martialist, James asked, “Have you searched the abyss? Did you find any sign of Miss Gellar?”

The martialist replied, “We used a helicopter to search below the abyss. We scoured the valley, but couldn’t find her. “However, while searching, we spotted packs of wolves in the valley, and we’re worried that…”

The martialist didn’t finish, but James understood his implication: They feared that Juline might have been devoured by the wolves after the fall.

This was also James‘ biggest concern.

Even if Juline had survived the fall, she wouldn’t have stood a chance against a wolf attack.

It seemed certain that not only had she perished, but her remains might also have been ravaged by the wolves.

“Bob,” James said, “I’m heading to Blade Gate. Take care of Karl’s affairs. And keep searching that valley. Even if you can’t find Miss Gellar’s body, try to locate a piece of her clothing.”

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James looked at Bob arrd said solemnly.

Bob nodded seriously and replied, “Yes, Mr. Wyatt.”

James glanced at the body of Karl on the stretcher, and though he couldn’t express the deep pain in his heart, he knew that he had to hurry to Blade Gate that night to discuss with his father how to break the news to the leader about Juline’s situation.

He then turned to Benny and instructed, “Benny, help Bob handle things at home.

“Don’t make any rash decisions until I return from Blade Gate.” Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Benny, still reeling from the grief of Karl’s death, nodded in acknowledgment.

With that, James walked over to a helicopter on the lawn and boarded it.

The helicopter’s rotors hummed to life, and it took off, leaving the estate behind and soaring into the sky.

Meanwhile, at the Wyatt Bar.

Julian, Graham, Helene, and several Star Gate martialists exited the bar after a fruitless search.

They were seen off by Leopold, whose face bore a distinctive scar.

“Mr. Field, Miss Field, and the martialist from the Star Gate, you’ve searched the bar. Did you find any sign of Gilmore?”

Leopold asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

Graham retorted sternly, “Leopold, don’t think that by sabotaging the bar’s surveillance system, you can hide the fact that Gilmore and the others were here.

“Tell James that if he doesn’t release Gilmore and the Star Gate martialists, the Star Gate won’t let it slide.”

Leopold, undeterred and mocking, replied, “Mr. Field, accusing us baselessly and using Star Gate to intimidate us won’t work.”

Leopold didn’t care at all. He looked at Graham and said sarcastically, “Maybe you should search elsewhere. Who knows? The people you’re looking for might be somewhere waiting for you to rescue them.”

With that, Leopold let out a boisterous laugh and, with his men in tow, returned to the bar.

A look of rage appeared on the faces of Graham, Julian, and the others.

However, they didn’t have any solid evidence to prove that Gilmore and the others‘ disappearance was orchestrated by the Wyatt family.

Just then, Julian’s phone rang.

He glanced at the caller ID and immediately answered, “Hello, Tim, where are you guys now?”

“Julian,” came a weak voice from the other end. “I’m with two junior apprentices on Civil Avenue… We’re seriously injured and can’t move.”

Julian’s brow furrowed in concern. “Stay put; we’ll be right there.

He ended the call and turned to Graham, “Tim said they’re on Civil Avenue and they’re badly injured. We need to get to

them.”

Graham, alarmed, quickly nodded in agreement.

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The group then got into their vehicles and sped off.

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