The Peremptory Casey Davies novel Chapter 122

Rainbows were going to shoot out of Amara's eyes as she heard Casey's reply. "What are you waiting for? Go and transfer it to me now. Since my daughter's at work, just transfer it to me, and I'll transfer it to her."

Casey said nothing and carried related files with him to transfer the villa to Amara.

Just fifteen million. Money was no object for him. If Amara changed her mind, he'd buy another villa nearby.

Then he and Amara spent the whole morning in transferring the villa.

Amara was over the moon as she saw her name printed on the new property ownership certificate. She'd never thought she'd own a villa worth over fifteen million.

"You've got what you want. Don't forget your promise, or I'll make you regret," Casey said coldly.

Amara didn't take his words seriously as she thought Casey was stupid enough to assume she'd be at his mercy.

Anyway, she'd never give the villa back to him.

"Casey, you little idiot. Now I'm the owner of the villa. If you don't follow my lead, I'll kick you out of my villa."

Casey shook his head and sighed that he was too naive to think Amara would keep her promise.

"Listen. I'm back home. And you, how could you sleep with my daughter? Go to sleep in the smallest room of my villa, or get out of there!" Amara demanded.

"Bullshit!" Casey bellowed.

Amara didn't believe he could abandon his villa. "Casey, you hear me right. I'm the owner of the villa now, and I can kick you out as I like."

"Come on. You don't really think I'll be at your mercy due to a villa, don't you?" Casey taunted.

"Save it, Casey. The expensive villa must have cost all your savings. Without the villa, you're penniless now," Amara snorted.

"I've told you two million dollars means nothing to me," Casey said.

Amara rolled her eyes and left as she thought it was just another lie.

Casey was about to catch up with her when he found Jordan was standing in the corner nearby. Instead of smiling, he looked upset.

Which aroused Casey's curiosity, and he decided to talk to Jordan.

"Mr. Davies, let's come home, as your family desperately needs you. Your mother has urged me many times to bring you home," Jordan said.

Casey smirked, "I've told you I'll walk away from my family's business."

Jordan sighed and said, "Fine, but don't you want to come back to B City with me? I'm leaving tomorrow."

Casey shook his head, smiling. "Bon voyage!"

Jordan sighed again. "You know they'll send another man to bring you back, right? Soon we'll get to see each other again in B City."

Casey was dumbfounded and asked, "Whom they'll send here?"

Jordan smiled and said, "You'll get it. I hope whoever will come here can make you change your mind and quickly go home. Your family are waiting for you."

Then Jordan walked into a lane as Casey wanted to ask more about the person, but when he chased him into the lane, he found no trace of Jordan.

Casey was confused as he wondered if there was anyone that could persuade him into going home, which even Jordan, the head butler of his family, couldn't handle.

For a split second, he thought of several possible persons who were not so easy-going.

In spite of everything, he was sure he'd never go home.

Then he didn't go back to the villa, instead, he went to the Starry Night Club.

Morgan had been feeling better as he was strong enough to recover incredibly fast. His recovery just cost him less than two weeks, which could take a couple of months for others.

His recovery assured Casey.

Conor came over to say, "Do you remember Robert? My men have found some stuff about his background."

"Good," Casey said.

"What we have found is that he's with the Grey family, the most powerful family in J City," Conor said.

Casey arched his eyebrow as he knew some things about the J City's Grey family according to Amara and Nicolas' conversations. It was said that Francis had always been brown-nosing the Grey family, but they thought the Patel family was disqualified and inadequate.

Casey did recall that last time when Robert begged for his mercy, Robert did say that he was with the Young Master Grey.

"Yes, sir. He must be the bodyguard of the Young Master Grey, who knew Alfred Frost. So, Alfred asked him to kill us."

"It's said that the Young Master Grey is a vengeful man, and I'm afraid that he'll revenge on us since Robert's arms were broken by you."

Conor's face was filled with worry.

Casey thought for a moment and said, "Calm down. Now that Alfred was killed, you are the boss of the Underground World in J City. The Grey family won't have the guts to confront you."

"Besides, it's common to be hurt in the mafia conflicts. The Young Master Grey should know it, otherwise I'll teach him a lesson," Casey said.

Conor was shocked and said, "But he's the only young master of the Grey family. If he's going to start a conflict with us, lots of people will follow his lead. Also, they don't know your identity but your face. As what you said, he may fear my power now, but he's not afraid of you. You might be his target enemy now."

Casey laughed. "So what? Is the Grey family more powerful than me? Take it easy. If he comes at me, I'll make him cry uncle."

Conor wondered how powerful Casey was that he should looked down upon the Grey family, the most powerful family in J City.

Suddenly, Casey's phone rang as Diana messaged him.

"I saw you step into the Starry Night Club. You son of a bitch! I know what you did in the club."

He ignored her message and put the phone away as Diana sent him a photo.

In the photo was Diana suddenly hugging him when he helped her to bed.

But it seemed like it was he who hugged her first and threw her in the bed as if he wanted to rape her.

Casey didn't think she would have this photo. It suddenly dawned on her that she purposely snaped this photo after pretending to pass out.

"What are you going to do?" He texted back.

"Guess. You'll never know it as you went to find those bitches rather than me."

Casey threw the phone away as he really didn't care about Diana's absurd imagination. After all, he was here to care for Morgan.

Then he left for Hazelfield Estate.

After opening the door to the villa, he found there were more stuff than he left, which all belonged to him, including the photo of him and Edith.

Casey quickly picked it up and wiped the dust away. It was the only photo in which both he and Edith were together, and he treasured it a lot. Whoever throw it out here couldn't be too evil.

Then there came Amara with a box in her arms. After dumping it onto the floor, his clothes were scattered on the floor.

Leveling her with a hard look, Casey asked, "What the hell are you doing?"

Amara smirked, "What are you doing here? I told you I'd kick you out, remember? Here's your garbage. Get out of my house with it now. You are the last person I want to see in the world."

Casey's heart was squeezed as he never thought Amara would kick him out as soon as she owned the villa.

"Are you sure you want to cut me loose?" Casey asked, glaring at her.

"Casey, now I'm the owner of the villa. I want you out, and you'll get out of here. Never come back to annoy me," Amara yelled.

Then Nicolas showed up and said, "Amara, wait! He can do some cleaning for us here."

Amara gave him a glare. "Do some cleaning? Bullshit! He's just a piece of trash."

Nicolas quickly shut up as he feared that his wife might kick him out of the villa, too.

When Amara was busy urging Casey to leave, Edith came home from work. Seeing her mother angrily stand beside Casey's clothes, she hastily asked her mother, "Mom, what's going on here?"

Amara smugly said, "Sweetheart, Casey has transferred his villa to me, and it's our house now. We don't have to live with the bastard anymore."

Edith's heart stuttered as she couldn't understand why Casey transferred his villa to her mother.

"Why?" Edith asked.

"He's a good-for-nothing. He has nothing but a villa, but we own the villa now. He's useless," Amara argued.

Edith couldn't believe her mother could be so ruthless.

Then she looked at Casey and grabbed him by hand, saying, "I'll leave with you. I've got nothing to miss in this family."