Against Cruelty, She Grew Strong (by Anastasia Glover) novel Chapter 683

Chapter 683 Deep Hatred Between Father & Son

Liam said humbly, “I learned from you.”

“The future of the Langstrom family rests on you.”

Jack’s tone carried a hint of relief.

Maybe because he was approaching retirement, he’d shown Liam more care lately. His usua sparing praise had increased.

“Father, I’ll still need your guidance.”

Jack was even more pleased. Humble, not arrogant-a worthy son.

“Alright. Get some rest.”

“Yes.”

Liam turned to leave.

Jack suddenly called him back, “Liam, have you ever blamed me?”

“Why are you asking, Father?”

“For what happened when you were a child. Did you ever hate me?”

Liam smiled, “Father, it’s in the past. No need to bring it up. I understand your intentions. I don’t dwell on the past. The future is what matters.”

Jack studied his expression carefully. Seeing nothing unusual, he let him go.

Liam went back to his room. He closed the door and stood there in the dark.

He covered his mouth with one hand and let out a laugh he couldn’t hold back.

It was a twisted, terrifying sound.

“So even you get scared when you’re old.”

At an abandoned port.

A luxury yacht sat docked.

Patrols every ten meters. Checkpoints every fifty. himself.

But for this deal, he’d come in person.

He held Manna in his arms, a cigar between his teeth, grinning like he was in a great mood.

Thinking that after today he’d secure a major shipping route, he couldn’t stop smiling.

Soon, an off-road vehicle pulled up outside.

Norman got out. He squinted at the checkpoints ahead.

His men came forward to frisk him, making sure he had no weapons.

Norman raised his arms and let them search. Once they confirmed he was clean, they let him through. He boarded the yacht.

Todd greeted him dramatically, “Mr. Cole, long time no see.”

He spoke fluent English-all thanks to Norman.

Norman didn’t bother with pleasantries, “Where is she?”

“So eager? That woman must be really special to you.”

“Cut the crap. Where is she?”

“Your backup’s not coming. But all of mine are here.”

Gunfire.

Norman’s men dropped.

Todd whistled, “So, Norman, how about we sit down and talk?”

Norman’s face was dark as iron, “Killing me here won’t do you any favors.”

“Kill you? Of course not. I just want to cooperate.”

Todd leisurely wiped his large gemstone ring with a handkerchief. Behind him stood several burly men, the muzzles of their submachine guns still smoking.

They were aimed at Norman.

“See, Mr. Cole? Business could be this simple.”

Todd’s voice dripped with fake sympathy. He jerked his chin.

Tammy swayed violently.

The wind blew her hair across her face, hiding her expression.

Her mouth was taped shut. No sound came out.

Below her feet, shark fins broke the surface.

A school of sharks circled, hungry.

Norman’s knuckles went white. His nails dug into his palms. But his face showed nothing-j a jaw set like cold iron.