Chapter 108 Outside the Window
Not long after, Gabriel Edwards left the Stellar Estate.
He went to the hospital and met Thomas Taylor.
As soon as Gabriel entered the ward, he saw Thomas Taylor with an IV drip, his left hand holding a dumbbell.
He was lifting it up and down, exercising his arm strength.
His body was wrapped in bandages, yet he was still restless.
It seemed that this guy had found joy in martial training.
"Not bad, you're working hard, my Taylor clan head !"
Gabriel Edwards joked and sat down by the bed after entering.
Seeing Gabriel, Thomas Taylor became excited.
Ignoring the IV drip, he put down the dumbbell and jumped off the bed.
"Mr. Gabriel!"
Although Thomas was injured and looked quite disheveled, his face was filled with an excited smile.
Subconsciously, he raised his right hand, wanting to touch his head.
He paused when he felt the tug of the IV line, realizing he still had the drip attached.
So he chuckled sheepishly.
Gabriel nodded, sizing up Thomas Taylor.
He had injuries in more than ten places, especially his right hand, which was mostly wrapped in bandages due to burns.
Gabriel recalled Leon's description.
Falling and getting injured time and time again, but Thomas always got up with determination.
Covered in blood, he looked less than human.
Relying solely on his willpower, he secured the position of clan head.
"You did well this time, proving I didn't misjudge you! From now on, you're the Boss of the Silverwood Clan of Ghostly Purgatory Hall, and the clan head! But seeing your excitement, you seem a bit complacent! I must remind you, with me, this is just a small scene. There's a bigger world out there for you to explore!" Gabriel encouraged Thomas.
He genuinely liked this bald guy and needed someone to handle the trivial matters.
Now, Thomas Taylor seemed to be the best choice.
Promoting Thomas to be the clan head this time was also Gabriel's final test for him.
Indeed, the test results were definitely satisfactory.
In the future, the Silverwood might be handed over to Thomas Taylor to manage.
"Mr. Gabriel, please rest assured, I, Thomas Taylor, will never be complacent just because of a clan Boss. In the future, I also want to become a significant figure!"
Thomas Taylor's eyes were filled with aspirations for the future, and also, immense respect and gratitude for Gabriel Edwards.
Without Gabriel, he wouldn't have had the qualifications to sit in this position.
"Good, a man should have ambitions! Now, recover from your injuries. Once you're healed, the club will open. Oh, I'll give you a small task then. Eliminate the Dragon-slaying Association for me! I want you to unify the entire Underground World of Silverwood!"
After saying this, Gabriel stood up and left the ward.
Watching Gabriel Edwards's departing figure, Thomas Taylor was overwhelmed with emotion.
Switching to his left hand, he touched his head.
"The Boss of the entire Silverwood Underground World!"
He murmured to himself, his eyes filled with excitement and joy...
After leaving the hospital, Gabriel sent a location message to Stella Turner.
The location wasn't a hotel.
It was the club that Thomas Taylor was renovating.
The room in his office on the ninth floor was no worse than a hotel suite.
There was no need to waste money.
Back at the club, Gabriel sat in the boss's chair in his office.
With feet propping up on the desk, he puffed on a Liggett Select cigarette.
With a "creak", someone suddenly pushed open the door.
Gabriel Edwards looked up, his eyes widening in surprise.
Stella Turner had gone out and surprisingly changed her outfit.
She wore a black hollowed-out camisole, vaguely covering her perky chest.
Yet, it faintly revealed a hint of a dreamy purplish-red hue.
Her petite leather shorts were short, outlining a perfect curve.
On two straight, long legs, stockings covered up to the mid-thigh.
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