Chapter 255
255 The Macintosh Family Has Supports
“Dad? Are you scared? Why are you scared of them?” Hubert, whose intellect had been dulled by the
drug, was now consumed by pure
malice.
“Kill them all! No one dares to defy us in Havenlight County! Anyone who crosses me shall die! Even
the so-called Quinnell family of
Kingbourne!”
“Son, what are you blabbering about!” Derek was bewildered by
Hubert’s words.
Swiftly covering Hubert’s m*uth, Derek looked at Elliot, whose expression was cold, and said
remorsefully, “Please forgive us, Mr.
Quinnell, for not recognizing you sooner.”
Then, he crawled over, grabbed Ryan’s leg, and pleaded, “Mr. Lloyd,
you’ve visited our village several times. You know me and my son are
good people. How could we possibly have harmed Mr. Quinnell?”
Ryan kicked him away in disgust. “You and your son snatch others wives and daughters, shelter
traffickers, and you call yourselves good
people?”
Needless to say, the Quinnell family would not let this go easily. Was this some kind of sick joke? Who
on earth would settle matters amicably with this family of bullies? Even a merciful saint could not
tolerate this!
Derek was cunning. Realizing that pleading didn’t work, the 60-year- old man showed his badge and
knelt, tears streaming down his face
as he looked at Garfield.
“Back then, when the roads were difficult to traverse, my fellow villagers and I stayed behind, and that’s
how this village came to be.
“Mr. Wade, your superiors have specifically reminded you to stand for us in times of need. Even if
someone rich and powerful comes, you
still have to take care of us, Mr. Wade!”
Garfield couldn’t help but feel disgusted upon hearing his words. Wynter watched with a slight raise of
her eyebrow.
She had sensed something fishy about Paradise Village. It turned out that the Macintosh family had
played a role in the village’s
development, resulting in them receiving special treatment from the
authorities.
“You can’t let us down, Mr. Wade! Think of all the hard work and effort
we pioneers have put into building a home in these rural mountains!”
Derek wept harder as he spoke.
The elderly villagers gathered around, exchanged glances, and the
slowly approached Garfield.
“That’s right, Mr. Wade. We were once the pioneers that everyone was proud of.”
“What’s Chief Macintosh done wrong? Just because he offended
some rich guy from Kingbourne?”
“Mr. Wade! Have you no heart at all?
“And who does that so-called manager think he is, coming to our village to show off his power?”
“We have no women in our village, so what’s wrong with buying a
bride?”
“If that missy doesn’t want to marry the Macintoshes, so be it! Didn’t the Macintoshes apologize to her?
Is it necessary to resort to such
extreme measures?”
Garfield found it quite difficult to communicate with these naive villagers sometimes. Nevertheless
Derek was right. They did enjoy special treatment due to their efforts in developing this village.
Moreover, the Macintosh not only had the support of the villagers but they were also backed by the
Scott family of Kingbourne. Hence, Garfield had to take his next steps cautiously. Then again, what
could he possibly do under such circumstances?
When he tried to argue based on legal principles, the villagers responded emotionally, appealing to
personal connections instead of logic. Not to mention the heavy pressure from his superiors.
“Mr. Quinnell, do you mind if we table this matter for now?” Garfield had no choice but to seek a
compromise with Elliot.
Already suffering from a high fever, Elliot had just eased his tension upon seeing Ryan, but now his
demeanor turned cold again.
“What is there to hold for a scumbag like this?” he retorted.
But before Garfield could respond, the villagers began to shout.
“Mr. Wade, don’t waste your time with him! Let’s see what this rich guy from Kingbourne can do to us
old bones here!”
“When we were clearing the land, he probably hadn’t even been born
Chungen 2000 The Marselli
yet!”
“Anyone who wants to lay a finger on Derek has to go through us first!
Hearing their words, Ryan was so furious that he started panting.” Foolish rioters! You’re all a bunch of
lawless troublemakers who can’t
tell right from wrong!”
Wynter, on the other hand, remained calm. She quickly estimated the number of people and whispered
to Elliot, “What’s your rank?”
“First-class. But I cannot use force against civilians,” Elliot said in a hoarse voice, “At this rate, we’ll be
in danger.”