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The Mighty Dragon Warrior

Chapter 218
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The waitress opened the round food cover, and the room was filled with a delicious aroma.

Even Heidi, who was busy chewing on a piece of juicy steak, could not resist looking up upon smelling

the aroma.

“Whoa! Those prawns are enormous!” Heidi widened her eyes and exclaimed as she saw the giant

prawns that were longer than her arm.

Willow saw how adorable Heidi looked while drooling at the prawns. She smiled and said, “Please

enjoy your meal while waiting for Jacob to return. Feel free to call me if you need anything.”

Janelle, who sat next to Victoria, looked at Willow brightly and said, “I would like some red wine!”

Franklin stared at Janelle, but Willow said, “Sure, I’ll bring over some red wine.”

At the same time, Jacob walked out of Station No. 7’s front door flanked by a few of the best lawyers in

Paramount.

He turned around and looked at Nataniel, who was following Jacob with a few sheriffs. The corner of

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Jacob’s mouth twitched as he said, “Are you sure you don’t want to lock me up for twenty-four hours?”

Nataniel smiled and said, “We only asked you to come here to cooperate with our investigation.”

“I thought someone accused me of murder.” His tone carried a hint of mockery. “Are you sure you want

to let me go?”

Nataniel waved his hands. “That’s not true! Those people said you weren’t the murderer.”

Jacob’s gaze turned chilling, “You have better not challenge my patience again.”

Nataniel was silent for a moment before saying in his deep voice, “Mr. Lynch, I don’t understand what

you mean.”

“You can see it as a warning or a threat.” Jacob appeared indifferent.

Nataniel’s silver-white mask suddenly shone with a cold gleam. Intense force gathered in his right

hand, but he managed to hold himself from punching Jacob.

Although he was the leader of the strongest Elite Forces team in the Ministry of Defense, it was his

principle to deal with things with his intelligence and not with his fists.

“Hmph, don’t think you can live easy in Paramount from now on!” Nataniel muttered to himself as he

watched Jacob and his lawyers get into a luxury car. Then, Nataniel’s gaze turned cold. “Tonight is just

the beginning.”

After some time, Jacob arrived at the hotel and found his sister drunk.

Lights from the crystal chandelier reflected on the agate tabletop and silver cutlery. There was also a

faint smell of alcohol in the air. Jacob walked to the dining table. He caressed his sister’s hair and

noticed her cheeks were flushed. Then, he looked at his father and grumbled, “Dad, why didn’t you

stop Janelle?”

“I wish I could!”

Franklin rolled his eyes at his son and glanced at his wife whose cheeks were also flushed.

The women in his family insisted on having wine. Although he was the head of the family, he could not

scold them before their guests.

Furthermore, he did not dare to.

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“Jacob, are you back?” Janelle looked drunk as she smiled and nodded. “Come here. I’ll propose a

toast to you. This wine tastes so much better than the one Uncle Kevin gave us!”

Jacob glanced at the wine bottle on the table.

No wonder she found it tasty. It was one of the top three red wines from the Southern Region. The cost

of one 750 ml bottle was enough to purchase a house of one hundred square meters in the Southern

Region.

Furthermore, Jacob happened to own the winery that produced this bottle of red wine.

Of course, none of these mattered to him at this moment. Jacob was concerned that his sister had a

tendency to overindulge in alcohol.

He could not help but worry about her, just like when she was little.

Then, he sighed and turned to look at his daughter’s chubby cheeks.

Compared to his sister’s love for alcohol, Jaccob was even more concerned that his daughter would

turn into a glutton. How would he answer to her late mother if she became obese from overeating?

As he made a secret resolve to control his daughter’s food intake, the crystal chandeliers above them

swayed.