Chapter 259: Chapter 259 Frank, you’re courting death!

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Whoosh!

Upon hearing Frank’s words, Sherry Jones couldn’t help but tremble, her eyes turning red instantly.

If they captured her, that wouldn’t matter. But, in that case, she would be incapable of entering the wedding ceremony, let alone aiding White Mitchell.

Consequently, White Mitchell could potentially find himself under siege on all sides.

Why, why won’t the Jones family let her be? Why won’t they allow White Mitchell a chance to live?

With these thoughts, tears cascaded down Sherry’s face, her heart filled with grief. She felt as if her strength had been completely sapped, causing her to wilt weakly onto the ground.

At this moment, Sherry Jones resembled a flat-bottomed boat sailing the open sea suddenly caught in a storm, utterly desolate and helpless.

Next, the security personnel from the Royal Group lifted her up and took her into the security room for strict supervision.

At this time, seeing Sherry Jones suffer, the Jones family members and Amy were elated.

Amy eagerly moved closer to Frank, seductively saying, “Jimmy, I told you that bitch, Sherry, didn’t have any solid backing.”

“Now does this prove I was right? You’ve been so harsh on me for her sake lately. You better compensate me properly.”

“And about that bitch Sherry, who dared pull such a trick on you and almost sabotaged your future, you can’t let her off easily. You need to teach her a lesson.”

While Amy was buttering up Frank, she didn’t forget to kick Sherry while she was down. She seemed hellbent on reclaiming all the dignity she lost in front of Sherry. She wouldn’t even mind if Frank shredded Sherry alive.

At this moment, seeing Amy’s behavior, Old Madam Jones also seized the opportunity to curry favor with Frank. “General Zhou, Sherry has nothing to do with our Jones family,”

“Today, even if she’s one of us, we won’t spare her. We’ve always been annoyed with her.”

“When the time comes, we hope that you, General Zhou, might remember our sacrifice for justice today and take good care of us.”

Hearing this, Frank replied arrogantly, “Noted, not at all. Your Jones family helped me majorly today.”

“I will never treat your family unfairly in the future. Just wait for my message.”

Frank did this so he could curry favor with David Herb more effectively.

After all, he had to explain to David Herb about the matter of White infuriating Noah Weiden.

By then, with the Jones family as his eyewitnesses, David Herb would more likely believe him.

As for looking after the Jones family, it was nothing more than a casual promise on his part. It also allowed him to cultivate his force and have the Jones family serve him in the future.

With these thoughts, a triumphant grin emerged on Frank’s face, more potent than ever.

Meanwhile, in the penthouse of the Royal Group, in what was originally David Herb’s office, now sat White Mitchell.

Standing next to him was Kylin, as for David Herb and the others, they had already been dispatched to set up the wedding site.

At this moment, Kylin was holding a tablet exclusive to the War Department, reporting solemnly to White Mitchell.

“Superior, the Four War Gods have already led all the soldiers of the White War Department, gathered at the exit of Sayon business alliance Bund, waiting to celebrate your grand wedding.” Kylin reported after opening a piece of information on the tablet.

Hearing this, White Mitchell laughed and shook his head, “These rascals, they really dare to come uninvited. Well then, let them stay on the warships, making sure not to disturb the public.”

About this, White Mitchell had expected it long ago.

His own wedding. The valiant soldiers of the White War Department must certainly want to partake in the occasion. However, he can’t reveal his identity yet. They can only participate in this way.

“That’s right. Also, tell them that when I return to the military camp one day, I’ll have a grand feast with the brothers, drinking hundreds of cups of wine,” said White Mitchell.

Upon hearing this, Kylin nodded heavily and began to type rapidly on the tablet. In a flash, a message was sent out.

Subsequently, Kylin read the other messages on the tablet, continuing his report: “Boh Four Courts, the War God, Crazy Lion, the Army Master of Qilu War Department, sent a congratulatory message, wishing a happy marriage to our superior.

Black Dragon, the Army Master of Heaven War Department, sent a congratulatory message…

Flame Tiger, the Army Master of Jinm War Department, sent a congratulatory message…

Azure Bird, the Army Master of Dark State War Department, sent a congratulatory message…”

A plethora of messages, one after another. Every Army Master recorded in the Dragon Realm War Department, without exception, sent congratulatory messages.

Even Xavier War Department, which rarely showed its face to the world, also sent a top-secret message, congratulating White Mitchell on his wedding.

“By the way, superior, Marshal Braxton proposed that all costs associated with your wedding should be borne by the War Department as a gesture of congratulations,” Kylin continued to report.

Upon hearing this, White Mitchell directly refused: “Forget it, this is my own wedding. Moreover, David Herb and others have already covered the cost. Reply to Marshal Braxton for me, using this money to buy drinks for the entire War Department.”

Kylin, having received the order, sent the message to Braxton directly.

Just then, an encrypted number dialed into White Mitchell’s cell phone. White Mitchell looked at it and a faint smile appeared on his face.

Kylin glanced at the number on the phone, then immediately shifted his gaze, overwhelmed with astonishment.

A top-secret number, a number even he had no qualification to even touch!

Obviously, this call was from the most mysterious organization in the Dragon Realm – the Dragon Realm Elder’s Council!

Unexpectedly, not only did the Dragon Realm Elder’s Council personally bestow the title of Army Master on White Mitchell, they also personally called him to congratulate him on his marriage.

Among the vast Dragon Realm, the only one who could earn such honour was White Mitchell alone.

The opportunity to serve under him, to be his soldiers, was simply the greatest honour of one’s life.

Pondering this, Kylin’s heart gradually rose with emotion, as if a rolling wave of hot blood was set ablaze within him, and he couldn’t calm down for a long time.

The one who could be revered by thirty million soldiers of the Dragon Realm, the one who had been bestowed the title of Army Master by the Dragon Realm Elder’s Council, was only him – White Army Master, White Mitchell!

As Kylin was passionately excited, White Mitchell, having just hung up the call from the Dragon Realm Elder’s Council, slowly returned to him: “What are you dazing about? Continue reading.”

Kylin paused, then quickly regained consciousness, continuing to read from the tablet. His eyes stopped on the most recent message.

“Superior, I intercepted an urgent internal message from the Royal Group,” Kylin said, somewhat alarmed.

To ensure the wedding went smoothly, Kylin had been monitoring messages from the Royal Group. He thought it was only a precaution, but little did he know, a sudden situation would arise.

“Read!” White Mitchell commanded.

Kylin nodded, immediately opening the message. But in that instant, a look of fierce anger flashed across his face, and then he reported with a grave expression, “Superior, there’s trouble! That bastard Frank captured Miss Jones and locked her in the security room downstairs!”

What!?

With a thunderous sound, White Mitchell instantly stood up from the sofa, his face instantly covered with a grim expression. In just a moment, the temperature in the whole office dropped to freezing point.

The next moment, without a second thought, White Mitchell rushed out of David Herb’s office at a breakneck speed: “Frank, you’re courting death!!!”