Getting My Ex-wife Back

“I wouldn’t say that if I were you, Mr. Scott. My family is also taxpayers.” Elizen immediately retorted. Amused, Jacky stated, “I didn’t say you aren’t. But I will have someone see to it.”

“My deepest condolences to you and your family. But I can’t do anything about it even if you summon all of us here. What are you trying to tell us?”

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“That’s rather harsh, don’t you think, Mr. Scott?”

“Don’t go around pointing fingers now. There are more than a hundred people here as witnesses. Is this just a game to you?”

Jacky stood up; Elizen did too, in response, and scoffed, “Mr. Scott, I’m not done speaking. Please show some respect.”

Jacky looked over at Elizen. “Do I not? You’re the one who needs some self-respect.”

Facing away, Jacky announced, “Everyone, let’s take a break, grab something to eat before we come back to listen to more guff.”

With that, Jacky headed out. Seeing the chairperson walk away, everyone else followed.

Only Jepherson and Zorion were left in the room, as well as Elizen and his bodyguard.

Shaking his head, Zorion pulled out his phone to call Rossie, who answered in two shakes.

“Are you coming back soon?” Rossie was in the living room with everyone else, who all looked over, hearing her question. Zorion closed his eyes for a couple of seconds, weary, “Not yet. I’m exhausted, though. I’ve been sitting here all day, and my body is aching all over.”

“Then why don’t you come back?”

“Tell that to the hosting party.” Zorion said, pulling a long face.

“Is that so? Grab a bite, okay? You’ll feel better having something in your system.”

And the couple engaged in a conversation, talking about nothing in particular.

Elizen frowned and looked over his shoulder at his bodyguard, who walked out to the stairwell to make a phone call.

He’d take a toilet break in the meantime, and there was a restroom right outside.

However, it was crowded there, so he walked further down to avoid suspicion.

Entering the stairwell, he made the call after closing the door. But before the call connected, he saw someone coming up the stairs.

The bodyguard didn’t recognize the person approaching, so he instinctively looked over. There was no one beside him, but he could sense someone behind the door.

Ascending the stairs, Jared stared at the bodyguard with a sinister gaze.

The bodyguard put his phone down and retreated to the door. He turned the knob, but the door wouldn’t budge; someone had locked it from the other side.

“Come down.”

Jared smirked as he gestured for the bodyguard to go to him.

The bodyguard asked, “Who are you? This is the government office; how did you get in?”

“I said, come down.”

Jared gestured again. Seeing that he had nowhere to run, the bodyguard approached Jared, ready for a fight.

He gave Jared a roundhouse kick as soon as he got close. Jared evaded, his back pressed against the wall. The bodyguard noticed his right leg was a little slow and sneered, “Looks like you guys are really short handed. Can’t believe they sent a cripple over.”

Jared smirked, unbothered by his comment.

The bodyguard gave him another kick, and Jared evaded again, grabbing his ankle. The bodyguard paid the price for belittling Jared. Before he knew it, Jared held a death grip on his leg and ripped it off him.

“Ah!”

The man let out an agonizing scream. Jacky sneered and lit a cigarette, smoking right outside the stairway. Someone caught a glimpse of him but said nothing. He was the mayor, and it was no one’s business he was smoking, as long as he didn’t do it in front of the cameras.

“Who the hell are you?” The bodyguard leaned against the wall.

Jared opened his mouth, spit a small razor out, and slit it across the bodyguard’s neck, who then widened his eyes in shock and slumped into a pile.

Jared immediately moved aside, heading upstairs as he wiped the razor clean and threw it into the trash chute.

Hearing footsteps, Jacky unlocked the door and walked away.

Jared pushed the door open and headed into the hallway.

Everyone had to be frisked when they entered the building. Although the representatives could bring their bodyguards along, no weapons were allowed inside. Even a nail clipper had to be handed in.

Otherwise, Jared wouldn’t have to go through so much trouble.

Jared went to wash his hands, and Jacky invited him to join them for a meal after he came out.

Elizen was beginning to feel restless as his bodyguard still hadn’t returned. Meanwhile, Jepherson sat supporting his head with his hand, looking asleep while Zorion still hadn’t ended his call.

Soon, Elizen stood up and headed outside. Seeing so, Zorion hung up and followed him.

Seeing the restroom door open and close, Zorion went in.

Jepherson also left his seat and went to them.

At the door to the restroom, Jepherson hung a ‘closed for maintenance’ sign.

Then leaned next to the door and began watching an action movie.

Someone went to him and took a gander, even commenting Jepherson was in a mood to watch a movie.

Jepherson, however, didn’t respond to the guy. He then sat down when his legs started getting sore. As he blasted the movie, everyone’s attention was on it.

Inside the restroom, Elizen hid in one of the stalls when Zorian came in. He had wanted to make a call but didn’t expect someone to come in right after him. Seeing who it was, he was immediately on high alert and made the call, only for the signals to be interrupted.

Zorion pushed the doors one by one. When he reached the fourth stall, Elizen kicked the door open. Zorion took a step back and looked down at his suit. Giving it a quick dusting, he smiled and said, “We’re all here for the bathroom; why did you kick me?”

“Hmph, we all know what you’re trying. Don’t think I’ll go down without a fight.” Elizen said as he shoved his phone back into his pocket.

Zorion said, “Can’t make the call?”

“Was it you?”

“I heard you’re a smart guy. But I guess you’re getting on in years; you are ten years older than me, after all. It’ll be easy for me to mess with you, won’t it?”

“Big talk for someone who bites more than he can chew.”

With that, Elizen made the first move. Zorion only dodged, never attacking.

Elizen taunted, “Is that all you got? C’mon, land a punch at me.”

“Don’t you know the best defense is a good offense? You’re as strong as a bull; why shouldn’t I dodge?” Zorion said as he tore some toilet paper and walked toward Elizen, who laughed. “You’re going to kill me with that?”

“What? Can’t I?” Zorion walked over without haste, and Elizen wasn’t ruffled either. He should really be d*mned if even a roll of toilet paper could end him.

Zorion pounced on Elizen and wrapped his neck with the toilet paper, leading Elizen to attack. Zorion pulled hard, and the toilet paper tore but not the golden wire hidden underneath, sinking into Elizen’s flesh.

It was already too late when he realized Zorion’s plan. Elizen’s eyes bulged, kicking as he struggled to break free, but Zorion was strangling him from behind, carrying him up with ease. Plus, he was worn out from all the offense, and an entire day’s hunger weakened him.

It was only then Elizen understood why Zorion had only ever dodged; he barely had the strength to struggle now.