Chapter 14 Up Next Is Mister Draco

• It was simple.
• Ronan had already declared that Nathaniel was under his protection.
• As for Fraser, he treated the latter as his future son-in-law.
• And yet, Derek dared to come and cause trouble with his men still.
• Evidently, he didn't see Ronan as a threat despite the latter being the King of the Underground in Wildefield.
• If Derek was only relying on Quentin and the members of the Chamber of Commerce, he would definitely not have the gall to challenge Ronan's authority.
• Therefore, the only possibility was that he had found a patron that was stronger and more powerful than Ronan.
• As a result, Nathaniel wasn't in a hurry to teach Derek a lesson.
• Instead, he continued to watch the act the latter was putting up.
• “Derek... You... You...”
• Biting her lip, Mirabelle was trembling all over. If it wasn't because she had an image to maintain, she would have personally given Derek a beating.
• “Belle, don't be angry. At the end of the day, you're still my fiancée. Therefore, I won't just sit idly by and let Shersby Group collapse. Why don't we do this? As long as you call me 'Hubby' in front of everyone, I'm sure Mr. Chance and Mr. Wallace—on my account—will withdraw their demands and continue working with the Shersby family.”
• “Right, right. As long as Ms. Shersby and Mr. Derek are married, we'll definitely continue supporting Shersby Group as always.”
• The members of the Chamber of Commerce took their turns to make their stand clear.
• “I...”
• Gritting her teeth, Mirabelle fell into a dilemma.
• She was well aware that her rejection of Derek would mean the end of the Shersby family.
• Nevertheless, she couldn't bring herself to marry such a despicable man.
• “Belle, my patience is running thin,” Derek pestered, looking annoyed.
• “All right...”
• After taking a deep breath, Mirabelle wiped the corner of her eye before raising her head to stare intendedly at Derek.
• In the meantime, Nathaniel fixed his eyes on Mirabelle.
• If Mirabelle calls Derek “Hubby,” I will no longer interfere in their family affairs. If she doesn't, I will unleash my fury upon Derek after he shows his final trump card.
• “Hurry up, call me 'Hubby,' and make sure you do so loudly!”
• Derek couldn't wait a second more.
• After all, she was the goddess whom he had spent three years pursuing, and that moment was when she would finally submit to him.
• “The hell I'm going to do that, you b*stard! Let me tell you, I would rather marry a dog than you!”
• Reaching the limits of her patience, Mirabelle began to swear at Derek.
• “Um...”
• Nathaniel—standing among the crowd—felt a sudden twitch of his lips.
• Rather marry a dog? Woman, where are your manners?
• “You despicable b*tch! It seems you have a death wish!”
• When Derek saw that Mirabelle refused to submit despite her dire circumstances, his expression drastically changed.
• Raising his arm instantly, he attempted to give her a slap.
• However, Blacksteel grabbed it from behind and barked in a gruff voice, “Mr. Derek, it would be inappropriate for you to strike a woman!”
• “Blacksteel, don't f*cking stick your nose into my business. Do you want me to knock you out?” Derek turned around and snapped.
• “Oh? With just you and the few weaklings you brought?”
• Blacksteel was amused.
• “Hmph! Blacksteel, do you really think that the Cloud Brotherhood is the most powerful in Wildefield? You're wrong! The most powerful man in the city is Mr. Draco!”
• Derek had hardly finished before his gaze fell upon a fat man in the corner. He then invited the man forward in a voice filled with deference. “Mr. Draco, please give me the justice I deserve. And this is the third gift I'm presenting to the Shersby family.”
• “Mr. Draco? The most powerful and mysterious man in Wildefield? The same Mr. Draco that every prestigious family in the city is dying to ingratiate themselves with?”
• “That can't be. Does Mr. Draco really look like that? Is he supposed to be that fat? Can Derek have found someone to pretend to be him?”
• “Precisely! Just claiming that he's Mr. Draco doesn't make him the real deal.”
• The crowd didn't believe that the unassuming fat man was the most powerful man in Wildefield—Mr. Draco.
• “Hehe... What a bunch of insects!”
• Draco gradually got to his feet.
• Bald-headed, he was wearing a white tank top, beach shorts, and a pair of slippers, the exact stereotype of a disgusting fat man.
• Nevertheless, a gentle wave of his hand separated the tables and chairs—together with the guests sitting on them—into two sides, as if there was a giant palm in the air.
• Gasp!
• He really is Mr. Draco!
• Oh, my... Such terrifying power!
• No wonder Derek doesn't fear the Cloud Brotherhood at all. It turns out that Mr. Draco has his back.
• As shocked faces filled the crowd, they felt that seeing Draco's true self alone made their trip worthwhile.
• “How dare weaklings like you try to take control while I'm not around?”
• With his hands placed behind his back, Draco walked in Derek's direction.
• The intimidating aura he exuded caused cold sweat to break out continuously on Blacksteel's forehead.
• The legendary Mr. Draco seems to be more powerful than Mr. Ludlam. It looks like I'm screwed for picking the wrong side!
• “Hmph, get lost!”
• With a slight wave of Draco's hand, Blacksteel was sent flying just like a cannonball.
• “F*ck!”
• “I can't believe how powerful Mr. Draco is!”
• The crowd was flabbergasted.
• “Mr. Draco, how dare you lay a finger on my subordinate?”
• Ronan sprang to his feet the moment he banged the table. He then strode fearlessly up to the Draco.
• Since he had chosen to side with Nathaniel, he had no choice but to go all out against Draco.
• “Ronan, who the f*ck do you think you are? If it wasn't because I had no interest in being the King of the Underground, you wouldn't even have the opportunity. Now, get out of my way!”
• With a wave of Draco's hand, Ronan too was sent flying just like a helpless insect.
• Gasp!
• Mr. Draco is really terrifying!
• Everyone present held their breath subconsciously as no one dared to breathe at all.
• “Mr. Draco, there's still a lad beside Fraser. Get rid of him for me!” Derek yelled, unable to contain his excitement.
• “No problem!”
• With his hands behind his back, Draco sauntered up to Nathaniel's table.
• “Nate... what are we going to do...”
• Fraser, his face pale, began to mumble gibberish despite having faced many crises before in his life.
• “It will be fine. Once I count to three, he will be admitting his mistake on his knees.”
• After patting Fraser on his hand, Nathaniel gradually got up to his feet.
• “Haha... has the kid lost his marbles out of fear?”
• “Exactly. There's no way Mr. Draco is going to drop to his knees to apologize. In fact, it's more likely that the opposite happens!”
• “The way I see it, he just wants to act tough so that Mr. Draco will let him go.”
• Everyone present burst into laughter.
• After all, Nathaniel's words sounded outlandish to their ears.
• Mr. Draco will kneel at the count of three? Who's going to believe that?
• In spite of that, Nathaniel had begun his countdown with an indifferent smile.
• “Three... Two...”