Chapter 140: The Patrol Teams

50 minutes later, the black Rolls-Royce pulled to the curb fifty yards away from the gates of Charles Manor.

Putting the car in park, Caldwell turned around in his seat, keeping his voice quiet. "Chairman Lawson, we’re outside Charles Manor. Should I walk up and hand your card to the gatehouse so they can announce you?"

"Don’t bother," Jude said, his hand already on the door handle. "Keep the engine running right here. No matter what you hear inside those walls over the next twenty minutes, don’t move an inch... got it?"

Caldwell frowned, totally lost. "Chairman Lawson... what are you planning to do?"

"Walk in and take my fiancée back... by force," Jude said in an easy voice before popping the door open and stepping out onto the road.

Inside the car, Caldwell froze behind the wheel, staring at Jude’s back like he couldn’t believe his own ears.

Before picking Jude up at the airport an hour ago, Caldwell had never met the young boss in person, though he had heard all the crazy rumors over the past few months.

To be honest, Caldwell was never really impressed by the legend of Jude Lawson.

In his mind, Jude was just a kid who hit the lottery... without that massive inheritance falling from the sky, how was he any different from some random guy on the street?

Assuming Jude had flown to London on a whim to party and burn cash, Caldwell had spent the whole morning booking VIP tables and five-star suites... only for Jude to ignore all of it, drive straight from the runway to Charles Manor, and say he was going to storm the compound barehanded!

Even crazier was the vibe coming off Jude: during that fifty-minute drive, Caldwell realized this quiet guy was nothing like the spoiled rich kid he had pictured in his head.

"Chairman Lawson... wait!"

Seeing Jude walking straight toward the guards at the gate, Caldwell quickly rolled down his window and shouted.

Jude stopped, glancing back over his shoulder with a blank face. "Yeah?"

Swallowing hard, Caldwell leaned out the window. "Chairman Lawson, Camila Chen isn’t someone you can mess with on her home turf, and this place has at least two dozen elite bodyguards on site! If you’re really going in there to take someone by force, give me thirty minutes to call our local security teams for backup... walking through those gates alone is suicide!"

"Suicide?"

A smirk touched the corner of Jude’s mouth.

Without another word, he turned back around and kept walking toward the front gates of Charles Manor.

Sitting in the driver’s seat with his mouth hanging open, Caldwell stared in shock at the lone guy marching toward one of the most fortified mansions in London.

Panicking completely, Caldwell grabbed his phone off the console and dialed Thomas Sterling’s direct line in New York as fast as his fingers could move!

Even though the gates were open, two security guards in black tactical suits stood on either side of the entrance.

Spotting an unfamiliar guy strolling up on foot with no car in sight, the bigger guard stepped right into the middle of the driveway.

"Stop right there. Name and business at Charles Manor."

"I’m here to see Evelyn Chen."

"See Miss Evelyn?"

The two guards traded surprised looks. "Turn around and walk back the way you came, buddy. Madam Chen gave strict orders that nobody is seeing Miss Evelyn today."

"That rule is for everyone else," Jude said. "Not me."

"I said hold it, pal!"

Seeing the guy wasn’t even pretending to stop and was walking right past the booth, the lead guard scowled, lunging forward with a hand aimed straight for Jude’s collar.

Without even taking his left hand out of his pants pocket, Jude shifted his hips half an inch and drove a brutal right punch straight into the guard’s gut!

The shot folded the two-hundred-pound guard in half like a lawn chair, lifting him clean off the gravel and sending him flying ten feet backward into the dirt!

His buddy’s eyes bugged out of his skull.

In five years working this gate, he had never seen anyone crazy enough to throw hands at the front entrance!

Roaring in anger, the second guard charged straight at Jude’s side... only for Jude to snap a front kick right into the center of the man’s chest.

The guy launched backward through the air, crashing in a groaning heap right on top of his partner!

Jude stepped right over the two bodies and kept walking up the driveway toward the main mansion.

Fifty yards back behind the wheel of the Phantom, Caldwell watched the two guards get tossed through the air like ragdolls, his jaw hitting the steering wheel so hard he almost bit his tongue.

When Jude said two minutes ago that he was going to take his girl back by force, Caldwell thought he was just talking tough.

He never dreamed the boss would literally walk up to the gate and flatline two elite guards in three seconds flat!

"Is Chairman Lawson insane?!" Caldwell choked, sweat soaking his hands as he dialed Thomas Sterling’s cell in New York again.

With the five-hour time difference, Thomas was locked in a private board meeting and didn’t answer.

Staring at his phone while the red alarm lights started flashing across the estate fence, Caldwell squeezed the steering wheel in panic, having zero clue what to do.

Inside the gates, two-man patrol teams who saw the gate go down on the security cams came sprinting across the grass to cut Jude off.

It didn’t matter if they rushed him one by one or in pairs; not a single guard could stay on his feet after taking one hit from Jude as he strolled toward the front doors.

At that exact moment, up on the second floor of the main villa, the fight between mother and daughter had hit a brick wall.

Sitting stiff in her armchair, Camila Chen glared at Evelyn. "Evelyn, you can hate me all you want right now, but ten years from now you’ll see why I did this. Save your breath and stop arguing... no matter what you say today, you are not stepping foot back in New York."

Standing on the rug with tears of anger burning in her eyes, Evelyn glared right back. "Mom, whether I go back to New York or not is my own life! By what right do you get to choose for me?! Don’t I even have the right to pick the person I love and want to spend my life with?!"

"No," Camila said. "You don’t."