Wolves, Maces, And Blood
Chapter 53 Evil Backstage Manipulator. Should be Killed

It turned out just as Sean had expected.

It took Gemma two or three minutes to recover from the shock. She looked down at Betty, who was on her knees, crying and yelling, and then up at Sean, who looked flat and ready, and she knew everything. "Get up, get up."

After all, the Wright family had been glorious five years ago. Gemma had lived most of her life and she had also been through many storms. Therefore, after a moment of shock, she was calmer than the neighbors who were watching.

She reached down to help Betty and the bullies, sighed, and said earnestly, "We are all neighbors. We meet each other almost every day. There's no conflict that can't be resolved. We just need to talk and negotiate."

She was really kind and forgiving.

"Yes, you're right."

"Thank you!"

Betty and the gangster looked at each other, grateful for amnesty. They congratulated themselves on their escape.

"The money, it looks wet."

Sean's voice suddenly came from behind him.

With a shudder in their hearts, they both looked down. The money Gemma had brought was scattered all over the trampled fruits and vegetables, many of them stained with water and mud and dirty. Gemma and Dean worked hard to save that money, bit by bit. Even a cent must not be wasted!

"We'll reimburse you."

Sean didn't have to say it directly. Betty took the hint and quickly transferred money to Gemma.

"Betty, here, do me a favor. Take out my phone, too, and I'll transfer to Gemma, too."

The gangster, his hands broken and incapacitated, motioned to Betty, "I had tens of thousands of dollars, and I'll give all of them to Gemma for the loss of these fruits and vegetables..." "No, you don't have to do this."

Betty and the gang changed their attitude suddenly. When they were bad, they could make people gnash their teeth. But they were so sincere when they were nice, which made Gemma a little embarrassed. She waved her head and said, "These fruits and vegetables are not worth that much money."

The bully said quickly, "The rest would be my present to you."

When Gemma heard this, she couldn't help but look at Sean.

Sean said, "Grandma, if they want to give it to you, take it."

"Yeah."

The bully nodded, "From now on, if anyone picks on Gemma around here, I'll kill him!”

"Then, fine."

Gemma had no choice but to accept it.

Sean bent down to pick up the money scattered on the rotten fruit when a familiar man's voice suddenly spoke from outside the crowd, "Excuse me!"

"I've got the money, please don't hurt my grandson!"

It was Dean Wright.

The onlookers all backed away to make way for Dean, who rushed in panting, obviously in a hurry, holding four bundles of bills he had just withdrawn from the bank. With Gemma's 60,000, it was just 100,000.

"Grandpa!"

Sean immediately stood up and looked up to Meet Dean's anxious gaze.

Their eyes met.

Dean was shocked at what he saw, "My dear Sean, how..."

"The problem was solved"

Gemma was about to explain, but there was a thud, and Sean went straight down on his knees to Dean. His massive body was like a towering mountain, even kneeling on the ground, he was still tough and straight.

"I'm sorry, grandpa!"

Sean said in a firm voice, "I'm the one who brought you down. I made you and Grandma suffer all these years."

This time, Sean held back his tears and didn't cry.

When Sean faced Gemma, his heart almost melted and he could only respond to Gemma's tears with his own tears.

But now, in front of Dean, he had to act like a man and express his guilt.

A man should never shed a tear!

This was what Dean once said to Sean, which Sean had always kept firmly in mind and put into practice with his own practical actions. For five years, he rode the battlefield with unrivaled courage. "I'm so glad to see you here."

Dean's eyes suddenly turned red, but he also tried to hold back the tears. He took a few steps to Sean, picked him up, and then hugged him tightly into his arms.

He patted Sean on the back and said in a choked but determined voice, "Silly kid, it is not your fault. As long as you can live well, your mother and your uncle will also feel at peace."

Then the two of them embraced each other.

Neither of them cried, but Gemma, who was standing nearby, couldn't help it. Her tears gushed out again, wetting her wrinkled cheeks.

Even the neighbors watching were touched, whispering and gasping.

To everyone's surprise, however, the heart-warming scene lasted two or three minutes. With a splash, Betty and the bully hesitated and fell to their knees.

"Mr. Wright!"

"Dean!"

They both said, almost in unison, as if they had agreed in advance, "I'm sorry that we went after you and Gemma."

"We're sorry!"

Betty and this hoodlum were very observant. Sean was on his knees. How dared they not?

Finally, the bully added, "In fact, we come after you every now and then at the behest of Grayson Miller of the Miller family, Caleb Taylor of the Taylor family, and Hudson Scott of the Scott family. We had no choice..."

"All right, all of you, get up."

Dean let go of Sean, looked down at Betty and the bully, and sighed, "We all have problems. I know what you're going through."

Dean didn't seem surprised or shocked by the bully's words.

He obviously knew it.

But Sean's face gradually turned cold, thinking, "Grayson Miller? Caleb Taylor? Hudson Scott? Morton Miller, Michael Taylor, and Connor Scott???"

They had conspired five years ago to rob the Wright family of N&P Media, the mansion, and everything they owned. Even after that, they were still going after Dean and Gemma. Had they been picking on them for five years???

Damn it!

"I guess it's time to settle this debt with those motherfuckers!" he thought.