Jaxon took the phone. "Hello?"
With a calm but authoritative voice, Horace said, "Jaxon, the forestry department in your hometown, Alberesque, has an opening. Hand over your current work to your successor, then go home and keep watch over the precious forests."
Jaxon's face turned sheet-white. "Mr.
Swayze..."
Horace interrupted him, "This is also a directive from above!"
With that, he hung up the call.
Jaxon could feel all the energy leaving his body. He fell to the ground with a look of defeat on his face. He knew that this time he was thoroughly finished.
Nathan looked at him coldly. "Now, do you still think my punishment is overboard? I'm a people-pleaser. If there's anything you're unhappy about, I'll do my best to satisfy you."
Jaxon had lost all will to argue. "No, there's nothing I'm unhappy about. We shall follow your instructions. The Schulz family will stay completely off the radar from now on."
In one short day, the twenty thousand men that made up the Schulz army were all sent to the North for rehabilitation through labor.
And the infamous Schulz family that had originally monopolized all trades and businesses in the South sold off all their assets and closed their doors.
However, because Nathan Cross had ordered for the incident to be kept secret, people in the South were confused with the Schulzs' odd behavior.
Rumor had it that Jaxon's problematic lifestyle had incurred the wrath of his higher-ups, so the Schulzs had to clean up their act, lest the whole family became subjects of investigation.
But whatever the reason was, the fact that the Schulz family had completely disappeared from the South remained.
This also meant that suddenly, there was a huge chunk of juicy steak that was left unclaimed.
Given this development, wolves from all corners of the nation glued their eyes on that steak, itching to get a piece of it.
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