Inside the sedan.
Jasmine Leocadia was oblivious to the impending danger.
In the depths of his heart, he was even fantasizing about how Julius Reed would die.
"Brother Leocadia, I heard your uncle brought those three people this time, they're quite capable?"
A blond-haired teenager sitting in the passenger seat turned his head and asked curiously.
Half an hour ago, they were humiliating Harvey Martin and his daughter on the streets.
It was only after Jasmine Leocadia received the phone call that they got into the car and hurried toward the Leocadia family villa.
"My uncle is a landowner in Abernathy province, loaded with money. But, he only had one son, Alaric Moore. Now that Alaric Moore is dead, who gets the money?"
Jasmine Leocadia snorted lightly, his tone filled with disdain, "They might as well take the money and hire a few experts to avenge his good-for-nothing son."
In his eyes, Alaric Moore was nothing but a country bumpkin.