Somewhere in Quee city.
"Henry might try to make new plans; Martin refuses to meet him," a subordinate reported to Jude.
"send him a clue; if he does not take it seriously, leave him to his faith. I would not use weak and stupid people to build an Empire," Jude said. He knew that Martin was someone that could be trusted, but he did not plan to protect him.
He knew that Emily wanted to build an empire in other to fight the Browns. Why loyalty was a good thing, having a weak subordinate was no better.
"yes, boss," the subordinate turned around and left the room. Jude waited until he was gone before he picked up a phone and made a call.
The call was picked up in a few rings. "How is he?" he asked once the call was picked up.
"His condition is stable, but we are not sure he would wake up," the person replied. Jude felt like a bitter pill had been forced down his throat, but he had no choice but to swallow it.
