Love At The Wrong Table

Chapter 1992 The inevitable Demise of Emmanuel

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There was no need for Declan to utter a word; the sound of guns being hurled

to the ground echoed ominously throughout the base. The soldiers‘ morale

had crumbled completely, leaving a chilling silence in its wake.

Stella pleaded with desperation in her voice, “Mr. Gray, if we capture the

leader, we can break their ranks. Once we seize Emmanuel, the rest of the

Wolf Warrior Unit won’t dare make a move-

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Declan’s hand struck her face with brutal swiftness, his voice icy as he

barked, “Shut your mouth!”

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The notion of capturing the Wolf Warrior? Such a thought could only spring

from the mind of a naive woman like her. With hundreds of elite soldiers from

the Wolf Warrior Unit still within his base, even if Emmanuel stood alone, they

would never be able to capture him.

To resist any longer would only lead to one inevitable outcome–certain

death.

Declan understood this truth all too well. He pointed a trembling finger at

Stella, turning to Emmanuel and speaking in a defeated tone, “Commander!

We have no genuine quarrel with you. All of this turmoil was instigated by the

Quill family, with this woman stirring the pot. I am willing to surrender now

and follow your commands!”

“You!” Stella stammered, her fury so intense that blood erupted from her lips,

flowing like crimson streams.

At first, she had only intended to use Emmanuel as a shield. Who could have

foreseen that, once he refused her plea, everything would spiral out of

control? Her family’s bodyguards had been powerless against Emmanuel.

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Even Howard had been unable to halt him. Not even her grandfather dared

confront Emmanuel head–on. And now, not only Hugbert but also Declan

himself was utterly powerless against him. She felt ensnared in a trap of her

own making.

The bitterness that simmered inside her had nowhere to escape, festering

until it finally wreaked havoc on her insides. The pain was unbearable, a

heavy weight in her chest.

“Yes, we surrender to the Wolf Warrior Unit!”

“We want to earn glory too!”

At its core, the Silver Fox Military was nothing more than a band of

mercenaries. The sole reason they followed Declan was for financial gain;

they held no true beliefs or loyalty.

Yet now, Emmanuel and the Wolf Warrior Unit had become their newfound

creed. They yearned for redemption. After all, who wouldn’t prefer to be a

hero rather than a coward?

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“Very well! I accept your surrender but under two conditions.”

Emmanuel’s eyes glimmered with a cold, penetrating light, sending a shiver

down Declan’s spine.

“What are your terms?” Declan asked, clenching his fists as he forced himself

to meet Emmanuel’s gaze.

“First, the Silver Fox Military must surrender all their weapons and remain in

place. Second, you must sever one of your arms. I have made it clear–once

you make your choice, there must be a price to pay.”

Emmanuel’s tone brooked no argument.

Declan tightened his grip, staring at the formidable figure of the Wolf Warrior.

Ultimately, he yielded, nodding slowly in submission. Without a moment’s

hesitation, he twisted and broke his left arm.

The sight sent shockwaves through the room.

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The once–mighty commander of the Silver Fox Military, in the heart of his

headquarters, had broken his arm at the command of another. The tale

would surely send chills through anyone who heard it beyond these walls.

Yet, it was all a stark reality.

Once it was done, Emmanuel turned to leave.

Sage draped a military coat over his shoulders. As Emmanuel walked away.

he stood tall, a protector of the northern lands, his presence looming like an

unshakable deity of strength and power in the eyes of all who witnessed.

As dawn broke, the sky slowly began to lighten, casting a soft glow over the

Quill estate. The entire Quill family had remained awake throughout the night,

their anxiety palpable as they prepared for the impending confrontation with

Emmanuel. Deangelo, in particular, paced restlessly, anxiously awaiting news

from Declan and his troops.

“Report, Master Quill! Great news!” The butler, Camryn, burst into the

conference hall, his face alight with excitement. “Mr. Maye of Eldoria has

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confirmed that he’ll attend Miss Yuna’s dance tomorrow and will bring five

hundred men to support our family.”

“Excellent!” Deangelo exclaimed, slamming his hand on the table, rising with

palpable enthusiasm. “With Mr. Maye’s reinforcements, combined with our

bodyguards and fighters, we have nothing to fear from Emmanuel.”

In the next moment, Jenson joined in, his voice bursting with joy. “Miss Yuna

truly is captivating! The leader of the Clarence Association, the head of the

Ren Bomb Organization, and even the Eldoria Martial Arts Society… are all

rushing to support us, ready to crush anyone who dares oppose our family.”

“Good. Very well,” Deangelo replied, finally feeling a sense of relief. The

prospect of so many influential figures from Eldoria rallying behind them filled

him with confidence. He felt assured that even if Emmanuel allied himself

with the Fletcher and Toma families, they would stand no chance against

their united front.

Just then, Xander received another report, his excitement bubbling over.

“Dad, Commander Declan has entered Eldoria! He’ll have the estate

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surrounded by 10 am. tomorrow. No matter how many men Enemanuel

brings, we’ll return just as many heads

“Wonderful!” Deangelo couldn’t hide his growing arrogancs Cerching he

fists, he gritted his teeth and vowed, “That scoundrel Emmanuel cored to

disrupt my birthday banquet and humiliate me. fill ensure he pays for it disrupt my birthday banquet an

tomorrow.”

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At that moment, Kelly, Xander’s wife and Stella’s mother, approached, holding

a massive bone–cutting knife that gleamed ominously in the light her

expression was dark and sinister. Handing the knife to her husband she

hissed, “Stella was publicly slapped four times by that man. It’s the greatest

humiliation. Tomorrow, you will use this knife to chop Emmanuel into pieces

and feed him