Harvey York's Rise to Power

"Enough!" Emil said to Xyla, and her expression changed.

He then stepped in front of Harvey.

"I was ignorant, Sir York. Please forgive me!

"As long as you're willing to help me... You can ask for anything you want! I guarantee nobody will come for you for what happened today!"

Emil was filled with hope as he subtly threatened Harvey.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Harvey smiled, and sipped his tea.

"You wanted me dead and buried in the desert... And now, you want me to save you? Are you joking with me, Emil? What's with the attitude? Is this how you ask for help?"

Emil's expression changed, and he gritted his teeth. "What would you like me to do, then?"

Harvey pointed at Xyla. "I don't like her. Kill her. A life for a life."

"How dare you?!" Xyla screamed. She gritted her teeth.

"You want me dead? Do you think Young Master Emil would believe you just because you said so? This is a greedy bastard, Young Master Emil! You know this!

"He can't save you! That's why he wants you to go against me! He wants to see conflict between both sides! Don't trust him!"

Emil appeared very hesitant; regardless of the circumstances, he didn't want to take action.

He took a deep breath before glaring at Harvey. "At least show proof of your worth if you want me to listen."

"You want proof?"

Harvey chuckled.

"Why don't you press the third rib under the left side of your chest? See if you feel a sharp pain down there. Let me know if you get instantly dizzy after doing that."

Emil instinctively did as Harvey said, and experienced terrible pain; immediately, he screamed in agony. He slammed into the ground, his entire body twitching profusely; his face showed nothing but utter pain. His life was now a living hell.

"Young Master Emil! What happened to you?!"

The man in a big white coat rushed over with his stethoscope to check Emil's condition.

Xyla's expression changed instantly.

'What just happened? Is Harvey actually right about Emil dying soon? If he actually died right here, that would be disastrous!' The man in a white coat put his stethoscope down, and quickly injected something into Emil's veins through a syringe. However, nothing happened.

Emil was still twitching in pain, cold sweat pouring down his entire body. He looked as if he was about to die at any moment. The man quickly pulled out a taser to resuscitate Emil.

However, there was still no effect.

"It's no use. Don't waste your energy," Harvey said.