Chapter 151: Chapter 151: Old Master Lu Collapses
A certain military unit in Z Country.
A middle-aged man, looking anxious, hurriedly ran towards the old man who was training new recruits.
The old man frowned at his panicked demeanor, thinking a grown man should handle situations more calmly, unlike some younger folks.
But the next second, the words whispered in his ear by the middle-aged man made his face change drastically.
You could say it was a slap in the face, and the truth always catches up.
"Sir, Lord Julian has had Jonathan Ziegler taken away. The old madam is still unconscious in the hospital."
After speaking, the man wiped the sweat from his forehead and took two steps back inadvertently.
The way Lord Julian acted was indeed a bit audacious.
The old man might get angry.
Sure enough.
A voice, full of energy and displeasure, immediately resounded, "Say that again."
The recruits, who were doing physical training, looked curiously at the old man’s expression.
What kind of matter could make this unflappable old man change his face?
Feeling their eyes on him, the old man swept a cold gaze across them, "So curious? Double the training."
With that, he didn’t bother looking at their expressions, turned, and walked away.
"You, come with me."
...
"What happened?"
The old man frowned, looking at the man before him, and asked sternly.
The middle-aged man smiled bitterly inside and shook his head, "I’m not sure either. They just said Lord Julian had Charles Jordan take him away, along with another man."
Upon hearing this.
The old man’s eyes showed contemplation. Julian wasn’t one to act rashly; taking someone so openly must have a reason.
However, there were no business dealings between the Ziegler family and the Sia Corporation. What happened to provoke such anger?
"You mentioned the old madam was hospitalized, what’s that about?"
The old man suppressed his doubts and brought up another topic.
The man’s expression immediately turned strange, hesitating on whether to speak or not.
Seeing this, the old man grew more displeased, "What’s with you dithering like a child? Speak up."
After he spoke.
The man took a deep breath and quickly explained, "The old madam said some very unpleasant things at the coming-of-age ceremony of the girl Lord Julian brought back, angering both the old master and Lord Julian. The next day, Julian took action against the Ziegler family.
When the old madam found out, she wanted the young master to take over, but he refused and ordered a termination of all cooperation with the Ziegler family."
The more the old man listened, the deeper his frown became, until he finally burst out angrily, "Is she out of her mind? Who is she to criticize someone that Julian cares about?"
The man couldn’t help but twitch his lips at these words, wondering if it was really appropriate for him to accuse his own wife of having a screw loose?
"Prepare the car, we’re going back to the Capital City."
He wanted to see what kind of girl was worth Julian losing his temper over.
As for why they took Jonathan Ziegler, it was probably related to that girl too.
...
"Lord Julian, latest news: Mr. Green is on his way back and will be here shortly."
Mason Quinn happily relayed the newly acquired information, watching the man with interest.
Mr. Green’s sudden return must be related to Lord Julian’s removal of Jonathan Ziegler, making for an interesting scene to watch.
The man responded lightly with a hum, without any extra expression.
Mason, seeing this, was a bit helpless. This was an honored old gentleman with a remarkable military record; shouldn’t the reaction be at least a bit bigger?
"Lord Julian, should we inform Mr. Green about Claire Green being the second daughter of the Green family?" George Xyler, sitting nearby, asked with a furrowed brow.
Claire already had a dislike for the Green family, and the old lady’s actions on her birthday only deepened it.
Julian understood exactly what George was thinking. Arkin had just shown some improvement in attitude towards Yuchen in Bayne City, but now the aversion might be growing.
"I don’t get it. It’s the 21st century, and there’s still gender bias." Mason Quinn remarked with exasperation, frowning.
It’s not like decades ago when sons were needed to carry on the family name. Plus, the Ziegler family had been a first-class noble family; why cling to such outdated thinking?
Just then.
Charles Jordan entered with a strange expression, "Lord Julian, Mr. Green is here."
Hardly were the words out of his mouth.
Mason teased with a laugh, "The old man is quick."
Julian smiled faintly, then leisurely strode away with his long legs.
...
"Mr. Green."
Julian, along with two others, spoke in unison upon seeing the old man sitting upright on the sofa.
The old man snorted coldly, "When you were capturing someone, you didn’t think of me. Now you remember to call me Mr. Green."
George Xyler touched his nose, catching the indifferent yet composed look of the man beside him. Tsk, Lord Julian is truly one of a kind. His skills are not the same as ours.
"Since when do you care about the Ziegler family?"
Julian sat casually opposite the old man, speaking in an indifferent tone.
The old man’s lips twitched; Julian’s words never failed to leave one speechless.
Although he usually wasn’t concerned about the Ziegler family, having it pointed out by a youngster left him feeling slightly embarrassed.
"Ahem."
The old man cleared his throat, shifting the topic, "Is all this fuss because of that girl, Claire Green?"
On his way here, he had someone check out that girl, an adopted daughter from the Song Manor in Bayne City, with an unruly character. She was fearless at that birthday party, quite similar to his own nature.
To his surprise.
Julian didn’t answer the question but instead chuckled softly, his voice carrying a hint of deeper meaning.
"Let Mr. Ziegler tell you himself."
The old man was puzzled; what needed to be said by Jonathan Ziegler?
While he pondered, Charles Jordan brought someone in.
Seeing the man before him, with a bruised face and bloodstains and dirt on his body, the old man’s brow twitched violently.
Julian was indeed heavy-handed. Although he didn’t involve himself with the Ziegler family, there were ties, yet this kid showed no mercy.
Upon seeing the old man, Jonathan Ziegler’s face turned ghostly pale. He stepped back two paces, instinctively wanting to run away.
Noticing his intentions, Mason Quinn nonchalantly whistled, "Mr. Ziegler, no need to rush off. Don’t you have a story to tell the old man?"
He then added,
with a cheeky tone, "Please, start your performance."
Watching the three seemingly engaged in a silent act, the old man was curious but also felt a vague, unknown sense rising within him.
"Speak up."
Jonathan Ziegler, upon hearing, turned ashen. Only now did he truly understand the meaning of being caught between a rock and a hard place.
In this situation, he had no choice but to speak.
After a long moment.
He finally murmured something, so low that even he probably couldn’t hear it himself.
The old man, having waited so long only to see the lips continually move without any sound, couldn’t help but frown, "Didn’t you eat? Speak louder."
The old man’s sudden voice startled Jonathan Ziegler so much that his body jolted. Then he closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and spilled everything.
After hearing his explanation, the old man was dumbfounded for two seconds, then under the eyes of several, he picked up the teapot on the table and threw it at him.
Smash.
The teapot hit the ground at his feet with a crisp sound.
"Well, turns out not only did I marry a gold-digger, but also a murderous woman."
The old man, shaking with anger, glared at Jonathan Ziegler. If looks could kill, Ziegler might have turned to ashes.
"My granddaughter became a sacrificial pawn," the old man grew more agitated, and in the end, his anger overcame him, and he fainted.
"Charles, get to the hospital." Julian’s face changed when he saw the old man suddenly collapse. He carried him and strode out swiftly.
Jonathan Ziegler watched as they prepared to leave, feeling a surge of relief inside. Hurry and leave, once you do, I can escape.
But just as he started feeling happy, George Xyler’s indifferent voice sounded, "Send him back."