Chapter 3 Edward Jones Downfall

• "It is possible, Edward! I made that possible!" Chris said, his voice loud and firm.
• Edward, now trembling, crawled to his feet, his eyes filled with tears. "Please, Chris! Give us one more chance! I promise to compensate you for everything you lost today!"
• Chris bent low, eyes narrowing, and without a word, he placed his foot on Edward’s fingers. As he pressed down hard, he remembered the brutal moments in prison—how those men beat him mercilessly, day and night.
• "Ahhhhh! It hurts!" Edward cried out in agony, but Chris only increased the pressure.
• "I'd consider forgiving you," Chris began coldly, "if you go ahead and lick my shoes. They seem to be dusty!"
• "I'll do that for you, ASAP!" Edward said without hesitation and brought out his tongue.
• He leaned forward and licked Chris’s shoes, scraping the dust off with his tongue. He continued until the leather gleamed. By the time he was done, the shoes were sparkling black.
• "Here you go, my Lord! I've licked your shoes to your satisfaction. Please, can we have a taste of your mercy?" Edward added, panting.
• His father knelt beside him, his pride discarded like dirt on the ground. "Please, Chris. You know we're one big family. Your dad was my cousin. Consider our relationship and have mercy on us!"
• Mister Jones’s statement only made Chris angrier. His teeth clenched as images from the past stormed into his mind. He remembered the exact moment when Mr. Jones and his wife threw him out of their house after his father's death.
• Without warning, Chris grabbed Mr. Jones by the collar, lifting him slightly off the ground.
• "Shut your trash, you ungrateful man!" Chris growled. "You and your family deserve to wrath in hell after everything you did to my late father!"
• His voice cracked with fury. "As if that wasn't enough, you made the judge extend my terms in jail after I served my three-year sentence. You fuckin' made the court add extra two years just for your son! Do you think I'll forget that easily?"
• Chris's voice echoed around the silent hall. Mr. Jones blinked, shaken, and his mind drifted back to the day Edward had forced him to sign that appeal that added two years to Chris’s sentence.
• Chris turned to Edward and slapped him once again, forcefully.
• Mr. Jones, now desperate, turned to Chris and confessed, "He asked me to do those things to you, my Lord! Edward made me extend your jail term!"
• "Okay then!" Chris said and moved back, grabbing a seat and settling into it with slow grace. He crossed his legs, picked up his wine glass, and took a calm sip.
• "If you know that your son made you do that," Chris continued, "he deserves his punishment, am I right?"
• "Yes, he deserves to suffer for that!" Mr. Jones affirmed, standing as Chris gave a subtle nod.
• Chris sat back like a king on a throne and motioned with his hand. "I want you to make him pay for leading you astray. Punish him in any way you can."
• Without hesitating, Mr. Jones turned to Edward and slapped him hard across the cheek.
• Not just one slap.
• Neither was it two...or three.
• The slap continued. Mr Jones couldn't stand dying, so he had no option but to hit his son.
• As this happened, Alice stood motionless, lost in thought. Her mind raced with realization. She looked around and saw the destruction Chris had brought. The Jones family was ruined—completely. Nothing would ever return them to their wealthy status.
• She leaned close to her mother and whispered, "We have to leave right now, Mom. Chris managed to get on Miss Poison’s good side and Edward is done for. I still have a company to manage and I can't go down with these people!"
• Katherine nodded silently. Both women stood and began stylishly making their exit from the banquet hall. They walked gracefully, hiding their panic. Chris noticed but smiled to himself. He had more plans for them—letting them go now was just part of it.
• Meanwhile, Mr. Jones had been slapping his son for a while now, and Edward, unable to take it anymore, shoved his father backward toward a chair in defense.
• But just as Mr. Jones was about to land on the chair, Chris rolled his finger through the air, and with a magical motion, the chair slid backward by itself.
• Mr. Jones fell straight to the floor, head hitting the hard ground with a heavy thud. A loud gasp echoed from the guests as blood started flowing from his scalp.
• "He's dead!" Miss Poison confirmed after checking his pulse.
• Edward rushed to his father, dropping to his knees. "No, this can't be possible! Hell no!" he cried, his voice cracked and broken with disbelief.
• But before he could say anything else, a stern voice echoed from the hall entrance.
• "Mr. Edward Jones, you're under arrest for the murder of your father. You're advised to keep quiet because anything you say here will be used against you in the court of law!"
• Edward turned around slowly and saw a police officer walking toward him with handcuffs in hand.
• He stood, face twisted with rage, and stormed toward Chris. "You did this, right? You wanted my father dead. That’s why you asked him to hit me! You’ll surely pay for this, Chris!"
• "I won’t be paying for anything, Edward!" Chris snapped, turning to face him. "Instead, you will be paying for a crime you committed. Just like how you sent me to jail, I am sending you there as well. But there’s a very big difference between you and me!"
• Chris stepped closer, staring directly into Edward’s tear-soaked face.
• "First of all, I served my term in jail for five years. But contrary to that, you'll be serving a life penance. You'll spend the rest of your life in jail."
• "And when you get to jail, tell them that Chris Loner brought you down!" he said boldly, then turned and began to walk away.
• "Don’t rejoice yet!" Edward shouted after him. "You’ll be facing the wrath of the Jones! I am not the only member of my family. You’ll taste their wrath—especially the wrath of Benjamin Burton! Mark my words, they’ll bring you down!"
• "Really?" Chris replied, pausing and turning his head slowly. "Well, I’m ready to deal with them. You don’t have to remind me about Benjamin, not like he's still a member of the Jones. But if he comes for revenge, then I’ll deal with him mercilessly!"
• "Officers, take him away!" Chris said with finality and walked out with Miss Poison and the Dragon Gang trailing behind him.
• Outside the banquet hall, Chris watched as the police officers loaded Edward into the van.
• He then turned to Miss Poison. "I want you to keep my identity anonymous until I say so..."
• "Yes, Sir!" Miss Poison replied without hesitation.
• Chris entered his luxurious car, worth a whopping $10.6 billion. The polished engine purred softly as the driver prepared to pull out.
• But just as they were about to drive away, a young lady approached Miss Poison.
• "Please, Ma. I've been wanting to meet you for a very long time now!" she said politely.
• Miss Poison barely gave her a glance and began to walk off.
• "Please, Ma. Our company would love to cooperate with the Dragon Group. It will really mean a lot to us, Ma..." the lady pleaded earnestly.
• "We don’t have such time, Miss. I advise you to go to the recruiting management. They may consider you," Miss Poison replied bluntly.
• From the window, Chris caught a better look at the woman. She was of average height, with a model’s frame and a familiar beauty.
• He knew her.
• "Ava!" he whispered to himself as memories flashed through his mind—how Ava once tried to stop him from taking the blame for Alice. Ava was his childhood best friend.
• Without hesitation, he rolled down the window and said, "I’ll sign the papers."
• Miss Poison collected the documents from Ava and handed them to Chris.
• Without even reading the documents, Chris signed them and returned the papers to Miss Poison.
• But just as Miss Poison was about to take the signed documents, Ava’s eyes narrowed. She had caught a glimpse of the man in the car.
• "Hold on!" she said quickly, raising her voice and stepping closer to the car.