A Father And His Wolves

Chapter 3 The Villain won, Sean Mason was Here

“Well…”

Matthew Moore scanned the A4 sheet of paper and said hesitantly, “Isaac sent these files over. Maybe

he took a fake file on purpose to scare us.”

Consoling himself!

That was all Matthew Moore could do now.

Isaac Moore was Dylan Moore’s son and Cecilia’s cousin. It was said that he personally sent people to

the detention center of Hilshire to investigate the details of the detainees and selected Sean Mason.

“What a fool I was to marry a loser like you!”

Marcia nearly fainted at Matthew Moore’s self-deception and cried more and more.

Cecilia sat beside her in a stupor, saying nothing, as if she had lost her soul, while her body was

shaking slightly. Matthew Moore saw it in his eyes, and it hurt in his heart. His hands clutched his

senseless thighs in agony.

“Mom, stop cursing. It’s not gonna work.”

Moments later, Cecilia took a deep breath and gritted her teeth, “If it’s meant to be, there’s nothing you

can do about it. This is my destiny, I accept it! It’s just an engagement. It’s no big deal!”

“Cecilia, you…”

Marcia tried to say something but stopped, and her heart was torn.

Having a child out of wedlock five years ago had already put Cecilia under too much pressure and too

much scorn. No one knew better than her how Cecilia went through those five years.

Cecilia had always been strong in front of outsiders. In the dead of night, she was alone in her room

crying secretly.

With the erosion of time, the matter of her unmarried childbearing gradually faded away. The family’s

life got back on track. Cecilia had worked in the Moore Group for two years and had made outstanding

achievements with her outstanding abilities.

It happened that at this time came a blow!

This was going to drive Cecilia to her death!

The stronger Cecilia was, the more Marcia felt sorry for her.

“Mom, where’s Phyllis?”

Cecilia managed a smile to change the subject. She laughed only when she mentioned her daughter.

“She’s playing in front of the hotel.”

Marcia wiped her eyes and sighed, “Phyllis is too young to be involved in such an event. I don’t want to

psych her out.”

“Okay!”

Cecilia nodded approvingly.

At that moment, the door of the room was suddenly opened and Isaac Moore appeared at the door of Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

the room.

He looked inside and saw the tears in Cecilia’s and her parents’ eyes. His eyes brightened and he said

in a strange voice, “Wow! It’s Cecilia’s big day. Why are you crying? Are they tears of joy?”

“You!”

Marcia glared at Isaac Moore and spat out two words through gritted teeth, “Get out!”

“Marcia, what kind of attitude is that?”

Isaac Moore tried not to laugh, but grimaced, “With my heart and my soul, I asked my friend to inquire

about the Hilshire Detention Center for a long time, and I finally selected such an excellent husband for

Cecilia. I am your matchmaker. But instead of appreciating me, you asked me to get out. That doesn’t

seem right, does it?”

The villain won and he looked gloating.

“I’ll strangle you to death!”

Marcia was already outraged. How could she stand up to Isaac Moore? She turned around and pinged

Isaac Moore, grabbed him by the neck and scratched him.

“Mom!”

Cecilia jumped to her feet and tried to stop her, but it was too late.

“Back off!”

With a big wave of his hand, Isaac Moore pushed Marcia away. Marcia staggered and crouched on the

cold floor.

Isaac Moore sneered as he looked down at Marcia clenching his teeth and straightened his tie,

“Grandpa asked me to let you know that your fiance has left prison and is on his way to the hotel. He

wanted the three of you in the hotel lobby for the engagement ceremony later…”

“Isaac Moore, you asshole!”

Cecilia rushed to help Marcia up and scolded Isaac Moore.

“Asshole?”

Greeted by Cecilia’s icy eyes, Isaac Moore not only did not get angry, but smiled more brightly and said

proudly, “You know me best. Yeah, I’m an asshole. What, you’re not impressed? Come and bite me.”

“You!”

Cecilia even wanted to kill him now.

“More fiercely, and a little more fiercely, I love to see how the three of you hate me to the marrow and

can’t do anything to me, aha…”

With a wild laugh, Isaac Moore turned to leave, “Cecilia, aren’t you great at your job? Haven’t you been

getting some big deals for the group? After marrying a rapist, I’d like to see who wants to work with

you!”

Cecilia’s tears, which she had been holding back until now, finally rolled down and wet her white

cheeks.

How could she not know that Isaac Moore felt threatened because of her excellent performance in the

Moore Group over the past two years? He was worried that the Old Mr. Moore would value her ability

and change his attitude, so he just instigated the Old Mr. Moore in the back and couldn’t wait to arrange

such a marriage for her…

…

Outside the Emperor Hotel…

A dark green jeep pulled up. The middle-aged General who was driving looked around the hotel and

asked, “General Wolf, do you want me to send in my troops and surround the hotel?”

“They’re only ants. Why should General Wolf do it himself?”

Sean Mason shook his head.

“Remember, I’m officially retired, not the General Wolf of the North. You don’t have to meddle in my

personal affairs. This is downtown. Do you want to create panic to send troops here?”

Then he turned and alighted.

“I…”

The middle-aged general’s face sank and his tone was firm, “No matter when and where, General Wolf

taught the 81 brothers of the Bloody Wolf Group. They only take orders from General Wolf!”

Sonorous voice, neither humble nor pushy!

“Fuck off. I’ll call you if I need anything.”

“Yes, sir!”

The middle-aged general put his foot on the gas and the jeep disappeared down the street.

Luxury cars lined up on either side of the gate.

Sean Mason went straight to the door of the hotel and was about to enter when he suddenly stopped

and heard an anxious cry, “Get out of my way, you bad guys. I’m going to find my mom and get her to

teach you a lesson…”

It was a little girl’s voice.

Finding her mom?

Sean Mason frowned. Perhaps because Cecilia gave him a daughter, he was now sensitive to little

girls’ voices.

So he stepped back and followed the sound and looked across.

At the corner of the street, he saw seven or eight little boys holding hands in a circle, with a little girl

trapped in the middle. They sang as they turned, “Phyllis Moore, little bastard! A mommy, no daddy!

Grandpa is a loser, breaking his leg in a car accident! Grandma is ugly, crying to buy vegetables…”

They sang in unison as if they had been rehearsed.

Phyllis Moore!

At the name, Sean Masons heart throbbed as if something had hit him hard. His face sank in an

instant, as cold as ice!