The Power Of Love
Damnit damnit! Miscalculated!

"Welcome to our home." Said the middle-aged man greeting Edward's entourage who had just arrived.

Large white house with a combination of cream looks luxurious supported by the interior design that looks elegant.

The middle-aged man sat next to his wife Yiwen who looked dumbstruck with Aurora. A little stunned, but the woman tried to smile kindly with her guest. After all, that face reminded her of the figure of Laura who had long since gone.

From the stairs, Willi was seen walking towards the living room. The man reviewed a faint smile and greeted Edward and the others.

"So long ago brother-in-law."

"Not yet, we've just arrived" said Edward smiling kindly.

Willi nodded and sat down on the single sofa.

"Before we apologize if our arrival interferes with your family's time" Edward said.

"What did you say brother-in-law. We're just happy, you guys want to come here. We are family." said Willi who immediately glanced sharply at his father. The boy could have cut the conversation.

"Previously, this woman beside me is Aurora, my wife. We came here in addition to discussing our sister's wedding, also wanted to ask about Laura."

Master JianYing nodded with no objections.

This woman really resembled Laura, it was fitting that Jingmi and Willi were so fond of that woman. I didn't expect my family to be connected in this way. Inner Lady Yiwen, stared fixedly at Aurora.

"So what can I help you with" said Mr. JianYing.

Edward nodded, confirming his sitting position to be more comfortable.

"It seems like your conversation is important. I'm taking Brian to my music studio. Can't it be sister-in-law?"

Willi got up from his seat, coded Brian to follow him.

"Of course." answered Aurora

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In the other hemisphere.

Madam Yora is currently in one of Mr. Yashimoto's illegal ventures. An organ trafficking business that has an advantage that does not play in numbers.

The woman sat staring at the file on the table. Playing his jaw while thinking something.

It was impossible if this was all that the man had. It is impossible if he does not have a legal business. Then what is the effort to cover all this illegal business.

Madam Yora could not believe what she saw. Although all illegal businesses owned by Mr. Yashimoto have changed hands into his own, and it is certain how much money he can bring back to his country, but he is not satisfied.

Morgan comes carrying a brown map containing the ownership of Mr. Yashimoto's other assets. The man sat with his lazy face.

"Look. I think we've miscalculated."

Madam Yora raised her two eyebrows. What does. He never miscalculated.

The chocolate map contains copyan of many of Mr. Yashimoto's legal assets which include ownership papers of buildings, land, deposits, savings, stocks and the country's largest corporation. Even if summed up, the asset can be used up to seven derivatives. A fantastic value. I can't believe he's crazy rich.

"Good work Morgan."

Morgan raised his eyebrows. What does it mean, what the woman cannot read clearly.

"It cannot be reversed in your name. They took care of the ownership first. You only get the results of their illegal efforts." said Morgan casually.

"What do you mean! Isn't the evidence we have strong! How can we not take over!"

Morgan licked his cigarette, sipped it slowly and puffed the smoke with his leisure. For him, he could not use his emotions if he was explaining to Madam Yora.

"Because all those assets do not belong to Kimura, but rather to the old man. All of those assets are in the process of going behind the name. We're a step behind him too late. The Power of Attorney that we have, can only acquire assets belonging to Kimura, not Yashimoto. Unfortunately, we do not know if all legal assets have not been reversed in the name of Kimura. You know, we didn't kill the old man. We miscalculated Yora. And you know, even more unfortunate, Kimura has no legal business that we can take away. The company in Indonesia has also been sold by the man. I don't think he's just a poor man."

Morgan took a deep sip of his cigarette, a sense of resentment running through his heart. Although he did not spend a lot of energy to finish off the Yakusa, but the funds he spent were also not small. This is far from his expectation. A lot of it he could have profited hundreds of thousands of dollars evaporating already.

Madam Yora was stunned to hear that. The woman plays her jaw, trying to find a solution. Right, he's miscalculated.

He knew that the Yakusa group had a lot of valuable assets, but he did not expect that the old man had not given Kimura, only his illegal efforts had been transferred. He regretted killing the old man.

"Then who acquired all those assets." asked Madam Yora.

"He's the main heir. The man's first grandchild."

Morgan put out his cigarette. The man replaced sipping a beer with a relaxed.

"What's that baby?"

"No!" quick answer Morgan.

Madam Yora raised her eyes. From the information he got, Kimura only had one child, Keiko Kana. He was the baby Morgan managed to kidnap from his guards, during his escape that night. And most likely, the baby is dead with Kimura, as a result of Morgan's automatic rifle strafing. Who if not that kid.

"From the investigation, his name is Kenta Maeda. But I don't know where the kid is either. I don't know who the woman who gave birth to the child is. It seems that he was born not from a legitimate marriage. Ask Lauren to find out. I have to go back and I'm sorry I had to bring my men. I'm waiting for the profit you promised Yora. My job is done here."

Madam Yora could only stare flatly at the man. He actually still needs the man's help, but forcing him is also not good for his organization. Moreover, he was short of men.

"OKAY. I'll take care of it soon, but don't take that private jet."

"No problem. I'll rent another private jet. See you and be careful. This isn't your territory."

After saying that, Morgan went straight out and contacted his men to get together immediately. He's gonna have to go home if he doesn't want to get into bigger trouble. He has memorized the lunge of the woman and he does not want to be affected. He still loves his life. Don't let him deal with people he shouldn't be nosy about.

Madam Yora re-read the copy of the treasured letter. His materialistic soul rose. He was eager to take control of the asset, but how. The woman rubbed her chin slowly and an idea popped up in her brain. He grinned cunningly.

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