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Early the next day, Sherry Jones woke up stealthily. Her plan was to go to Thaw Mall alone and kneel in apology to Dominic Anderson, hoping to quell his anger.

She just couldn’t bear seeing White Mitchell suffer on her behalf.

But to her surprise, White seemed to anticipate her plans. He woke up even earlier than her and was already waiting for her in the living room.

The moment Sherry saw White, a surge of distress clouded her pretty face.

She couldn’t help but told White, “Brother, don’t go to Thaw Mall today. I’m afraid Hans Weiden and Dominic Anderson won’t leave you alone.”

She was well aware that White had hit Dominic yesterday. If he showed up at Thaw Mall today, Dominic certainly wouldn’t let it slide.

By now, Thaw Mall was probably filled with traps set by Dominic and Hans.

If White stepped in at this point, the situation might turn disastrous.

Dominic was right. No matter how well White could handle a fight, he was still outnumbered.

Thinking about this, Sherry became even more worried for White.

However, White didn’t seem the least bit bothered. Instead, he comforted her, “Silly girl, when have I ever lied to you? If I say things will be fine, they will be.

For all you know, Dominic and his gang might be kneeling at Thaw Mall, waiting for us.”

Hearing this, Sherry forced a bitter smile. She didn’t want White to go. But his determination put her in a tricky position.

Eventually, she made a pact with White. Once they arrived at Thaw Mall, she would apologize to Dominic herself and ask White to wait for her downstairs.

Clearly, she was trying to protect White, to keep him out of this mess.

White had no choice but to agree to this arrangement.

Around half past nine in the morning, after over an hour’s drive, White and Sherry finally arrived at Thaw Mall.

By then, Thaw Mall had long been cordoned off.

Many prospective shoppers wound up empty-handed, much to their disappointment.

Still, even though Thaw Mall was closed, some shoppers chose to stick around. Rather than leaving, they turned into spectators, seemingly waiting for some exciting event to unfold.

Upon getting out of the car, Sherry was stunned by the scene. She wanted answers. Why would the Thaw Mall be closed out of the blue? Patrol officers were pacing back and forth, seeming to secure the area.

Seeing this, Sherry was utterly perplexed. Just as she was about to ask what was happening, a Bentley Phantom pulled up in front of her and White, blocking their way.

Sherry was planning to detour, but then she saw Hans Weiden stepping out of the Bentley. Her brows knitted into a frown.

“Well, well, you’re early. When have you ever been this eager? Eager to kneel and apologize, perhaps?” Hans taunted with an icy smile, giving off a sinister aura.

Upon hearing this, Sherry’s brow furrowed further. Clearly, Hans was here to mock White. She vowed to thwart his plans.

Resolved, Sherry retorted, “Hans Weiden! Each should bear their own guilt. This mess started with me, and it has nothing to do with my brother. If you have a bone to pick, come at me. Leave my brother alone!”

At her words, Hans broke into derisive laughter.

“Do you think I would let off those who offended me in Sayon?” Hans retorted. He shot a cold, venomous glare at White beside him.

Hearing these words, Sherry Jones felt an unbearable bitterness engulfing her heart, and her eyes welled up with tears.

Hans Weiden arrogantly opened his mouth to White Mitchell and said, “White Mitchell, if you obediently break your own hands and kneel before me, perhaps, I might consider sparing your life.

Otherwise, well…”

Threat laced Hans Weiden’s voice, and the look in his eyes as he observed White Mitchell became increasingly playful.

In his view, White Mitchell was like meat on a chopping board at this moment, ready to be cut down at his command.

In fact, he didn’t even need to lift a finger now. If White Mitchell didn’t want the Jones Group to go bankrupt, he had no choice but to kneel.

Thinking of this, a ferocious smile began to surface on Hans Weiden’s face, portraying an aura of arrogance.

But when White Mitchell faced Hans Weiden, he still retained a calm and composed expression, as if he was not worried about what was going to happen next.

“Are you so eager for me to kneel before you?” White Mitchell said nonchalantly.

Hans Weiden snorted coldly upon hearing this, replying with disdain, “Playing the mystic at death’s door? It’s laughable!

White Mitchell, let me tell you, today if you don’t admit your faults while kneeling, not only you but the entire Jones Group will go down with you!

When Hans Weiden makes a promise, he keeps it!”

“Oh? Is that so? Then, I’ll give you a chance as well. Kneel down before me now, and perhaps I’ll consider sparing your legs.” White Mitchell spoke indifferently, as if discussing an inconsequential matter.

“Hahaha … you’re giving me a chance?” Hans Weiden erupted into laughter, his voice laden with mockery as he looked at White Mitchell as if he were a fool.

Yet, White Mitchell’s face remained unbothered, which left Hans Weiden no choice but to snarl, “Acting tough? Let’s see how long you can keep this up!”

White Mitchell responded with a shake of his head, slowly saying, “You should think through the consequences first before you talk tough. Today, it’s uncertain who will end up kneeling.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Hans Weiden’s face was filled with disdain. His confidence was palpable, “Today, whether you want to or not, you will kneel!”

With that, Hans Weiden pulled out his phone, ready to call Dominic Anderson.

Dominic Anderson had told him yesterday that he had invited a lot of experts over, promising to teach White Mitchell a lesson.

Now that White Mitchell was here, Hans Weiden had no interest in wasting more words. He was ready for those hired by Dominic Anderson to come and teach White Mitchell a lesson.

But just as he was about to make the call, White Mitchell calmly said, “Are you calling Dominic Anderson? There’s no need. Go check. Who knows, he might already be kneeling over there.”

Huh?

Hans Weiden glanced in the direction that White Mitchell was pointing at. There seemed to be a crowd of people over there looking as though they were watching a spectacle.

Seeing this, Hans Weiden couldn’t help but chuckle again, “Ha… White Mitchell, just when I thought you’d gone crazy, you provide the proof.

Dominic Anderson is kneeling over there? Have you scrambled your brains in prison? How could he…”

Before Hans Weiden could finish his sentence, a frail voice came from the direction White Mitchell pointed at, it was Dominic Anderson, “I… I was wrong, please forgive me. I really know I was wrong…”

This…

Upon hearing this voice, Hans Weiden froze on the spot, his face gradually reflecting a spectacular range of emotions.