The Born Winner (Jack and Katherine)

Chapter 304 Assassination!

His emotionless reply trembled Old Master Burton, who was crouching over the ground.

Lifting his head, he looked at Jack who was leaving and whined, “Jack, don’t you care about our

kinship seeing me like this? I’m your mom’s father, I’m your grandpa! Only you can save the Burton

family now!”

“Shut up!”

Rage flashed across Jack’s face. He turned around, “Kinship! When did you ever care about that for

the past twenty years? Don’t you aware of how much suffering you’d caused my mom?”

“If I didn’t care about the kinship, I would’ve killed you with my own hands!”

“Get your ass back to the capital city. I won’t care about anymore kinship if you continue to pester me!” NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

Jack turned back and left in long strides.

Back then, his father returned to the Hughes family and left his mother a large sum of capital. With his

mother’s capability, she would’ve been able to sustain the business if not scale it.

But what did the Burton family do?

They not only ripped his mother off, but also suppressed her from the dark to hinder her from achieving

success.

They brutally forced him and his mother into a dark corner.

Burton family looked down on his mother twenty years ago. At this moment, he had become a force out

of their league.

This was what people meant by karma!

“Jack… Jack…”

Old Master Burton yelled tearfully. He started to crawl after Jack.

“Dad, calm down, calm down.”

Dyson immediately got up and picked Old Master Burton up. He glared at Jack, “That jerk even wants

to kill you. Why are you begging at him like that?”

“Let’s go home.” Dyson felt bad looking at his father weeping in despair.

Even though triggered, he understood his father was actually trying to find a sanctuary for the Burton

family.

But as a son, he just couldn’t take it.

“We’ll go back to the capital city tomorrow. I won’t let you get anymore insult even if it means the end of

the Burton family!”

Dyson took Old Master Burton into the car and followed in.

The Bentley turned around and drove down the mountain.

“They had left, Young Master.” Brent took a glance over his shoulder.

Jack nodded coldly, “Disgusting.”

Brent didn’t say anything and just followed behind him.

It was late in the evening.

Back in the president suite at Tyson Hotel.

With bloodshot eyes, Old Master Burton sat on the sofa in a trance.

Dyson sat beside him in exhaustion. He didn’t dare to fall asleep even though he felt his eyelids were

heavy as lead.

Ever since they left TM Villa District.

Old Master Burton had been sitting blankly at this spot.

The head of the Burton family, once a goliath in the capital city, put away all his pride and knelt in front

of his grandchild at such an old age.

It must have been a huge blow to him!

Dyson was afraid Old Master Burton might take his own life out of the immense psychological pressure,

so he guarded beside him.

He was hit by a strong wave of sleepiness.

His eyelids were dropping down like lead.

Dyson relentlessly pinched his own thigh and woke himself up with the pain.

Looking at the clock, it was two in the morning.

He couldn’t help it anymore, “Go to sleep, dad.”

Old Master Burton didn’t move an inch but blinked slowly with his swollen eyelids.

Filled with helplessness and rage, Dyson rubbed his own cheek and tried to stay awake.

He didn’t dare to fall asleep.

His sleepiness grew stronger as the time passed.

He couldn’t resist it anymore no matter how hard he pinched his thigh or rubbed his face.

Without himself knowing, Dyson closed his eyes.

Pfft!

A soft sound was heard.

But it was loud as thunder under the complete silence in the room.

Dyson woke up with a shiver.

His gaze shot towards Old Master Burton the moment he opened his eyes.

Taking a look, he was totally stunned. His face twisted.

“Dad!”

He cried out desperately.

At this moment, Old Master Burton had slid down the sofa, his bloodshot eyes were popping wide.

There was a dagger with its blade disappeared into his chest, fresh blood was spurting out from the

wound like a fountain.

Which turned the space around Old Master Burton into a red hell.

It was a bloody horrifying scene.

It almost made Dyson faint.

With his last string of rationality, Dyson got up from the seat.

With a menacing gaze, he hurriedly scanned the surroundings in vigilance.

He woke up right at the moment when he heard the sound, which meant the killer must still be around!

“Hold it right there!”

Suddenly, Dyson chided.

He saw someone dashed out the half-opened door.

Filled with rage, Dyson went after the killer. At this moment, fear was nothing compared to his will to

avenge his father.

But just as he reached the doorway.

His vision turned black.

Bang!

Someone stomped him hard on his chest and sent him flying backwards.

At the same time, a cold voice sounded.

“This is what you ask for for not getting your ass back the capital city!”

Dyson fell to the ground with a huge thud. Ignoring the pain, he lifted his head and look towards the

door.

Not a single soul was in sight.

But his heart was throbbing hard from the voice just a moment ago.

“Bastard… this fucking bastard…”

Gnarling, Dyson struggled up and ran to the doorway.

The brightly lit corridor was empty.

An eerie aura lingered in the dead silence all the way to the deep end of the corridor.

Still dazed, the sentence hovered in Dyson’s mind.

Slowly turning around, he crippled his way back to Old Master Burton, who had long lost his last breath.

Thump!

Falling to his knees, Dyson leaned on Old Master Burton’s knee and whined, “Dad…”

The misery-filled cry reverberated in the room reeking of blood.

Old Master Burton’s corpse turned cold speedily. His bloodshot eyes were still glaring at the ceiling,

while his mouth opened slightly, as if expressing his grievance.

Soon enough, the hotel staff came after hearing the cry.

With some surprised screams, the room was soon crowded with onlookers.

The horrified faces were all looking at Dyson.

Shivering hard, Dyson was crying miserably like a newborn.

He couldn’t believe this still happened after all his effort to prevent such event, just because he fell

asleep for a few seconds.

And he had never expected his father would die not of suicide but of a homicide!

Slowly lifting his head, tears were crawling all over his face. He was grieving so much he felt like dying.

He muttered chokingly, “Dad, we shouldn’t have come, we shouldn’t have come… I’ll avenge you. I’ll

avenge you even at the expense of the Burton family!”

Wiping tears off his face fiercely.

Dyson’s face turned menacing.

“This is what you ask for for not get back to the capital city? Who else in the world will say that?”

“Such wickedness to the point of murdering your own elderly. Aren’t you afraid of going to hell for doing

this?”

Dyson got up slowly. He heard that sentence before. Just a while ago, he heard Jack saying that at TM

Villa District.

He thought it was just a threat, and didn’t expect Jack really meant it and did this to them just over the

night.

Jack was scruple of nothing when he said that.

Of course!

This city was his territory, almost like his backyard, there was naturally nothing he needed to be scruple

of.

Gnarling, Dyson’s killing intent was boiling at this moment. A hint of insanity flashed across his face.

“I’ll end you and burn you to ashes with all the power I have in Burton family!”