TimeNovelChapter 150
Chapter 150
Jacob realized then. They knew exactly who he was, and they weren't about to hold back.
Jacob's legs trembled uncontrollably as he stared at Bowen, too terrified to even attempt getting up from the
ground.
Sure, Jacob kept throwing Bowen’s naround every day, but deep down, he knew the truth-he was just
himself, and his sister's status had nothing to do with him.
Bowen respected his sister, but that didn’t mean he’d treat Jacob like he mattered.
He could flaunt Bowen's nall he wanted-most of the time, Bowen might just turn a blind eye. But if he ever
truly provoked Bowen directly, there'd be no mercy.
Jacob staggered backward, trembling uncontrollably. He had designs on Aubree and only dared to act because he
was gambling on Bowen's indifference toward her.
“Bowen, I'm sorry. | didn’t know Aubree was yours-if I'd known, | never would've dared,” he said.
Bowen remained silent, pressing his foot down on Jacob's calf with an impassive expression. Meanwhile, beads of
cold sweat erupted across Jacob's forehead.
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“Ah, Bowen, for my sister's sake, please spare me,” Jacob said.
Bowen narrowed his eyes and said coldly, “Do you even deserve to mention your sister?”
“Mr. Turner, the cops are almost here,” Ethan leaned in and whispered in Bowen's ear.
Ethan didn’t bother to lower his voice, so Jacob heard everything. Trembling even harder, Jacob pleaded, “No,
Bowen, just treatlike worthless trash and letgo. There's no need to make things so ugly between our
families.”
Bowen cast a disdainful glance at Jacob, who was cowering at his feet in terror, let out a mocking scoff, and
completely ignored his pleas.
With deliberate slowness, he lifted his leg and turned to leave.
Jacob heaved a sigh of relief. As long as Bowen didn’t touch him, the Timberlake family could easily handle the
cops.
Before Jacob could fully calm his racing heart, Bowen's deceptively light voice drifted to him on the breeze.
Bowen said, “Can’t even behave yourself, stalking girls every day. Since you are my friends, guess I'll have to
teach you a proper lesson.”
Jacob's face instantly drained of color. Everyone knew Bowen had the face of an angel, but a heart blacker than
the devil's.
His words made it crystal clear. He was going to break Jacob's legs. Whether it was one or both would all depend
on his mood.
Sure enough, just as Bowen's words fell, the sound of footsteps slowly drew closer.
Bowen ordered, “Samson, when the cops ask, go with them.”
As Bowen's words faded, a blood-curdling scream tore through the night behind him.
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Chapter 150
Meanwhile, all hell broke loose at the Timberlake family’s house.
Jacob was the Timberlake family’s late-born son. Ever since their eldest daughter left, the whole family spoiled
their only son to the point of lawlessness.
The police called, and it was Jacob's father, Gareth Timberlake, who picked up.
The police simply said that Jacob was involved in an incident and had been taken to the hospital, offering no
further details.
Gareth was still at a business dinner when the call came. So shocked that his wine glass slipped and shattered
on the floor, he rushed straight to the hospital.
Gareth demanded anxiously, “How's Jacob?”
The nurse confirmed his identity and said, “It's quite serious. Two ribs are broken, both legs are fractured, and
there are multiple other injuries.”
“Who did this?” Gareth bellowed, his vision blurring with rage. In Rithol City, the Timberlake family held
considerable influence, not to mention that he was Bowen's father-in-law.
‘Who on earth would dare lay hands on my son?’ Gareth wondered. ‘He’s my only son, born late in my life-he’s
my lifeblood, my very foundation."
“The police didn’t say,” the secretary reported.
Gareth’s face was livid with rage, and the secretary who had followed him in was trembling uncontrollably
behind him. “Call Chief Julien Rourke. Now,” he barked.
Getting into trouble was nothing new for Jacob-he’d been at it for ages. Gareth had already spent a fortune
greasing the right palms to keep things under control.
“Mr. Timberlake, he’s not picking up,” the secretary reported, voice trembling.
“No answer?” Gareth saw red, not stopping to think. He snarled, “So he won't pick up? Fine. Let's see which
fucking bastard dared lay a hand on my son. Let's go. I'm coming to the station with you.”
‘Who the hell dares touch
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