Chapter 204: A Living Legend

Book:Back To Thrones Published:2024-10-27

“I’m running!” What a load of crap. There was no doubt about it – Ferris was being cheated on, and she had the nerve to call and rub it in his face. Usually, he was the one doing the cheating, making other men’s wives call their husbands with flimsy excuses.
Now the tables had turned.
Was this karma coming back to bite him?
“Just wait till you get home, you’re dead. And tell your lover to watch his back. I’ll kill him, I swear I will.”
“No, honey! I really am running. Look, I’ve stopped now!” She was still panting heavily, each breath like a dagger to Ferris’s heart.
“Ah!” Her exclamation was followed by a sharp slap.
Ferris felt like he was about to explode with rage. He was on the brink of losing it completely.
What kind of hellish day was this? Getting beaten up was bad enough, but now his wife was humiliating him like this?
Damn it all!
It was like being kicked while he was down, over and over again.
“You whore, just you wait! You’re dead!” With that, Ferris slammed down the phone.
His mind was spinning with images of betrayal. He couldn’t believe it – he had actually been cheated on, and in such a maddening way!
A few minutes later, his wife called back. Before he could get a word in, she demanded, “Why have you been blacklisted by the financial world? All our bank cards are frozen. I just got kicked out of the gym when my card was declined! It’s mortifying. Ferris, what the hell did you do?”
Ferris’s throat tightened. This was the last straw – she’d had her fun and now was asking for money? Talk about adding insult to injury.
Wait, what did she just say? All their bank cards frozen? Blacklisted by the financial world?
No wonder those people had been so quick to hang up on him earlier. They were afraid to even speak to him.
Nobody knew what kind of big shot he’d pissed off, so everyone was steering clear. Who’d want to risk getting caught in that crossfire?
The gravity of the situation was finally sinking in. That guy’s phone call was dead serious. It was was someone who could decide Ferris’s fate with a single word.
That man thought there were no untouchables, no local big shots who couldn’t be touched.
Right, he’d also threatened that if Ferris didn’t crawl back to apologize, he’d destroy his reputation and air all his dirty laundry. If that happened, he’d be finished. The influence he’d built over a lifetime would crumble to dust.
He didn’t doubt that person’s ability for a second. Those eyes, looking down on everything like an emperor on high – they said it all. It was terrifying. Ferris felt a chill run down his spine.
His earlier doubts had evaporated. That person was horrible.
While Ferris was sitting in the car, his emotions had done a complete 180. It was too much to handle. If this continued, who knew what would happen next, what skeletons might come tumbling out of his closet?
There was still one person Ferris could turn to. Maybe this person could shed some light on the situation.
His third uncle, a man of considerable power and influence. The reason Ferris had been able to climb so high was entirely due to his uncle’s connections.
With this thought, Ferris frantically dialed his uncle’s number.
As soon as the call connected, a voice like rolling thunder boomed, “Ferris, what the hell have you done? Why are you blacklisted by the entire financial world?”
Ferris nearly broke down in tears. He quickly spilled everything, recounting the recent events in detail.
After listening, the elderly man exploded, “Unbelievable! Absolutely unbelievable! You… you… you’re going to kill me! I’ve poured my heart and soul into grooming you, and this is how you repay me? You’re killing me, you really are. How many times have I warned you to keep it in your pants and watch your spending? Why can’t you control yourself, dammit!”
The fury on the other end nearly made the phone vibrate off the hook.
“Uncle, who is this guy? How can he be so… so powerful?” Ferris asked, his voice quavering.
His uncle snorted. “Who is he? Let me put it this way. If he wanted you dead, it’d be as easy as snapping his fingers. He could have you killed and bury the story without breaking a sweat.”
“No way! That’s impossible!” Ferris sputtered. “He’s just some guy in his twenties. He can’t be that powerful. Uncle, with your position, your status in the country, I thought-”
“Forget it!” His uncle cut him off, his voice deflating like a punctured balloon. “It’s pointless to go against him. We don’t stand a chance. His contributions to this country are too great. As long as he draws breath, no one in this country would dare cross him. Ever heard about the time a sword was left hanging at the border, and for three years straight, not a single enemy dared to cross?”
“You don’t mean… him?” Ferris’s eyes widened. “But wasn’t he supposed to be dead?”
“Dead? Huh! How could a legend like that die? His story is far from over. Just a few days ago, when 800, 000 enemy troops were breathing down our necks, he gave the order and led the eight Royal Regiments into battle. In three days – just three days – all 800, 000 were wiped out. That’s the kind of terror he inspires. As long as he’s alive, our country is untouchable. On the battlefield, no one dares to get within spitting distance of him. A national treasure like that – you think you can mess with him and walk away?”
Ferris was on the verge of tears. “Uncle, please, you’ve got to help me!”
“You’re on your own, kid. Don’t expect me to help you. I’ve still got a cushy retirement to enjoy.”
With that, the line went dead, leaving Ferris feeling like he’d been dunked in ice water.
Sweat beaded on his forehead as the reality of his situation sank in.
After a few minutes of stunned silence, he snapped back to his senses. He barked at the driver, “Turn this car around! We’re going back!”
He had to go back and grovel, had to try and salvage whatever chance he had left.
Before long, Ferris arrived at Adams Group. Without missing a beat, he strode into the building.
The moment he walked in, the receptionist’s eyes nearly popped out of her head. Ferris? Here? She stammered, “Mr. Carrick, are you here to see Ms. Adams?”
Ferris gave a curt nod, not bothering to spare the receptionist a glance as he made a beeline for the office.
“Mr. Carrick,” the receptionist scrambled to intercept him, tripping over her words. “Ms. Adams isn’t here. She’s out.”
“What?” Ferris froze in his tracks. “Where did she go?”
“Out,” the receptionist replied unhelpfully. “I’m not sure where exactly.”
Ferris’s brow furrowed. “Did she leave any message?”