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The God of War Chapter 210

The death of Stephen and Sword did not make a stir in Cloud City.

After all, Stephen was out of the game many years ago. The Crown Club was handed over to professional

managers. The underworld forces were gathered together. Tyson was now the known ruler of the underworld in

Cloud City.

Three days later, a middle-aged lawyer walked into the Security Department of the New-Easton Group with a

transfer contract.

“Mr. Green.”

The lawyer was surprised when he found that the Director of the Security Department was such a young man, but

he still maintained to be professional. He smiled in a professional manner and said, “This is the transfer contract of

the Crown Club. Please take a look.”

Jorge did not check the contract immediately. Instead, he stayed silent for a few seconds.

The moment Jorge saw the lawyer, he realized that Stephen had passed away. This transfer contract was not for

him. It was for Nadia.

To be exact, Stephen gave the Crown Club to Jorge as a gift. In return, he hoped that Jorge could ensure Nadia’s

safety.

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“Mr. Johnson once told me to give this contract to you if we were out of contact for three days.”

The lawyer put down the contract and shook his head gently. “I don’t know why Mr. Johnson would make such a

decision. However, from now on, Mr. Green, you are the new owner of the Crown Club. I served as the legal counsel

in the Crown Club and now I hope that I can continue to work for you, Mr. Green.”

“Your salary and benefits will remain the same.”

Jorge put away the contract and waved his hand. “From today on, you are a member of the New-Easton Group’s

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The lawyer’s face lit up. He bowed deeply to Jorge and then walked quickly towards the Human Resources

Department.

“Roselyn.”

About three minutes later, Jorge pushed open the door of Roselyn’s office and walked in. He placed the transfer

contract on Roselyn’s desk and said softly, “Stephen is dead.”

What?

Behind the desk, Roselyn jumped up and her pretty face was full of surprise. “Stephen…”

As she spoke, she flipped through the transfer contract with a complicated expression on her face.

For the New-Easton Group, merging the Crown Club was certainly a bonus, but, why would Stephen do this? How

did he die?

“Stephen had a daughter. Her name is Nadia.”

Jorge did not explain much. He pointed to the phone on Roselyn’s desk and said, “Ask the Human Resources

Department to arrange a job for her and make sure she is in a middle-level position.

“I’ll keep the Crown Club for her. If one day she is willing to take it over, I’ll draw up a contract and return the Crown

Club to her!”

Roselyn thought for a while and nodded gently. She asked softly, “Then, which position will be appropriate? Will she

agree?”

“Yes,” Jorge replied.

Stephen did not have a good relationship with his daughter when he was alive. But now Stephen was dead and

Jorge believed that even if Nadia was not willing to admit it, she had already forgiven his father in her heart.

If Nadia could throw herself into work and distract herself, she would be able to recover from sorrow faster.

“The Crown Club mainly provided recreational facilities and activities. You can find a job in the Marketing

Department for Nadia.”

Jorge turned around and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. He said calmly, “The Marketing Department often

works with our partners. Working in the Marketing Department and knowing more about projects relating to

entertainment will help her take over Crown Club in the future.”

Roselyn did not hesitate.

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“Alright!”

…

Late at night.

In a small three-story villa on the outskirts of Ocean City, Nadia was sitting on the swing in the yard, holding a photo

in her hand. Tears kept rolling down her face.

The photo was taken by one of Stephen’s subordinates when Stephen was playing with Nadia and helping her push

the swing when Nadia was still a kid.

The photo was still here, but her father had passed away. Before his death, he had made the most appropriate

arrangements for her future life.

For more than twenty years, he had been deeply in love with his daughter!

“Stephen … Dad!” Nadia held the photo to her chest and cried out in despair.

Meanwhile, about three hundred meters away from the small villa parked an unremarkable Wuling van. A flickering

cigarette butt was thrown out the car window.

“Soren.”

In the passenger seat, the young man who had just thrown away his cigarette butt turned around to look at Soren

who was sitting in the back seat and chuckled. “Nadia lives here. There aren’t any bodyguards because Stephen

wanted her to keep a low profile, so no one would know that she lives here.”

Soren held a cigar in his hand. He took his time to finish smoking and then slowly walked out of the van.

He waved his hand and said, “Let’s go and catch her!

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