Gerald himself was done with doing favors for others. In order to get what he wanted, he knew that he had to become a selfish person. After all, at this point, there really wasn’t a reason for him to do things that didn’t benefit him anymore.
The moment Gerald finally agreed to help, Kaleb and Theo were flung over to his direction and both of them landed at his feet.
“Hahaha! Did you really bring these idiots over to defend you, Zander? Who else is there? Come on, now!” roared Damian before laughing hysterically.
Upon hearing that, Gerald began walking calmly toward him.
“…Hmm? What’s this then? A little boy? Is there truly nobody else from the Lovewell family? Who the hell even is this?” said Damian as he shook his head while looking at Gerald.
“I’ve heard that you’ve been learning some skills that originated from Northeast Asia! Is that true?” asked Gerald as he looked back at Damian.
Hearing that, Damian was temporarily stunned. After all, he knew that he had concealed his identity extremely well. What more, he had been in hiding for the longest time. Despite that, this boy here almost sounded like he knew what he had been doing this entire time.
“…How do you know about that?” asked Damian as he raised a brow.
“Just a hunch. Speaking of which, could Sven Westmore be one of your disciples?” asked Gerald again.
Eyes now widened in shock, Damian instantly replied, “He is! Do you know him?”
“Well of course I know him. I was his killer,” replied Gerald.
Upon hearing that, Damian’s gaze went dark as he clenched his teeth while enduring the pain. Nodding, he then said, “…Fine! I’ll do it myself!”
With that, the man took a dagger out and aimed its sharpened end at his chest.
All was silent for a moment… Until Damian tossed the dagger aimed straight for Gerald’s face! Grabbing a handful of sand, he then tossed it in Gerald’s direction as well before making a wild dash away from all of them!
Gerald himself simply took a step to the side, avoiding everything that Damian had just thrown at him.
Zander, on the other hand, anxiously began shouting, “After him, Mr. Crawford! He’s getting away!”
In response, Gerald simply flicked his hand slightly toward Damian’s direction, a slight whistling sound following immediately after.
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