Chapter 376 - Three Hundred And Seventy-Six: A Common Enemy (2/2)

”I've seen him in flesh and blood - he's my copy. To be sure, I had a test conducted in secret and the result came out ninety-nine percent positive,” Fernandez revealed the news and heard a gasp of disbelief from the man.

”H-how....?” the man was speechless, ” However something stuck in his head, ”But then, If that's the case, doesn't it mean that Cecil had been carrying your child all along - the child you claimed wasn't yours,” he pointed out.

”That doesn't change the fact she whored around!” he boomed into the cell phone.

”So now you want the child?” the man figured out.

”Of course, I want the child back and I made it clear to her when we met, but guess what your daughter did..... ” there was laughter from his lips - a burst of laughter that didn't come from his heart.

”She called her latest mafia lover after me, he beat me and almost crippled my hand!” Fernandez relayed while staring at his injured hand. He winced as if he was reliving that terrible experience.

”Cecil did that? Are you sure?” the man sounded shocked yet there was a trace of disbelief in his tone.

Fernandez snorted, here was the old man still believing in the daughter he claimed he no longer had.

”Why would I lie to you? I'm in the hospital right now and I'm only telling you this because I'm out for blood. Your daughter has touched the tail of the lion and for that, she would pay dearly,”

”Fernandez!” Vincent called his attention, ”Do not do anything reckless, I'll resolve the issue,”

”You better,” He warned him, ”Else you would have to bury a daughter early,”

With that being said, Fernandez hung up on the old man. He had no regard for anyone, not even Vincent even though he had appeared to do in the earliest - It was all pretense. But then, his plan of marrying Cecil failed so Fernandez saw no need to continue with the act. All he needed right now was his son and he hoped Vincent would keep to his word else he would be forced to do something.

Cecil might be in the protection of the Falcon gang but he didn't believe that was the same case for Pedro. What man would care for a boy that wasn't his? If he can't get Cecil to give him his son, he would have to convince Pedro to come to him.

He was not named ”stubborn Bull” for no reason. Yes, the Falcon Gang was powerful but everyone had a weakness and he would find out theirs. He never gives up!

Now the adrenaline was gone, Fernandez calmed down and took in the spectacle he had made of his room. Damn it! There was a lot of damage.

He could replace the ruined property but he hated a dirty environment, so he picked his phone to make a call when he noticed someone walk into his room, more like the stranger strolled into his room casually as if it was his garden.

”The information wasn't wrong, you do have a nasty temper,” the man said with a chuckle.

”Who are you?” Fernandez asked, his heart almost leaping out of his throat. The first thought that came to his mind was the Falcon Gang. Had they come to finish him off - he escaped during that fight.

”Relax,” The man said clearing the dust off the sofa in the luxurious hospital room and plopped down, crossing one leg over the other, ”I'm a friend,”

Fernandez didn't believe him at first and was about to call on his men when he decided to reason it out. An assassin sent to finish him off would not come for talks and he hadn't sensed any malevolent intent from him.

”What do you want?” He asked cautiously. No matter what, he still had to be careful since he had no idea who this man was.

”I believe we have a common enemy,” the man said.

”Enemy?”

”Valentino Armani aka Sakuzi,” He revealed.

At the mention of that name, a smirk slowly emerged and curved Fernandez's lips to the side. It seems the heavens have finally heard his prayers. Sensing a deal that was about to favor his life, he walked over and sat across from the man,

”What did Sakuzi do to you?” Fernandez asked, staring him straight in the eyes. For this man to come to him, something great must have happened.

”Your question should be, what did he take from me?”

”What did Sakuzi take from you?” Fernandez rephrased his question.

”My brother,” the man said.

”Your brother?” His brow raised questioningly.

”Gerald,”