This was a restless night for many people in Yonkers.
The Calderon family was preparing for an urgent battle against the Faulkner family.
The Faulkner family was also holding a family meeting.
"What exactly is going on?"
Misael slapped the table.
In the conference room, the dozens of rulers were silent, but everyone was secretly looking at Dante.
"Dante, say something."
The one who spoke was a middle-aged man who was lying in an armchair. He looked pale, and his voice was weak.
This was Jovanny.
He was the leader of the Faulk Group and the father of Dante.
At this moment.
Dante gritted his teeth, lowered his head slightly, and tensed up.
He put his hands under the table. No one knew that he clenched his fists, his nails pinching his palms.
Turner was dead!
He had never thought that would happen.