The Demon’s Menu

Chapter 528: Who is the Biggest Beneficiary? (2)

"My novel is being heavily promoted?"

Jason furrowed his brow.

It wasn’t strange for a novel to be heavily promoted, but what was strange was that he, an author who had only managed to write one fairly successful book in the past decade and who had faced much skepticism in recent years, was now being heavily promoted.

Businessmen are profit-driven!

It’s in their nature!

To put it simply, they wouldn’t get up early without the promise of gain.

What benefit would there be for them to push the book of a washed-up writer?

Unless...

Someone had given them a reason.

Although his phone was a landline, it had a call history function, and soon, he found the record of the editor’s call. Without picking up the handset, he turned on the speakerphone and redialed.

Dut, dut.

After only two rings, the editor picked up the phone.

"Jason, did you finish?"

"If you did, fax it over."

"The postal service is too slow."

"The end of the month is coming. You promised me, remember."

No sooner had the call connected than the editor rattled off as if firing a series of shots.

"Not yet, I..."

"You’re not thinking about taking a leave, are you?"

"Let me tell you, that’s not possible!"

"You’ve used up all your vacation time!"

"Don’t make any excuses!"

"Just sit down and write that draft honestly!"

The last sentence was almost roared out by the editor, causing the speakerphone to buzz with the volume.

John, Brian, McCaul exchanged glances, a hint of amusement in their eyes.

It was the first time the three men had witnessed an editor pushing for a draft.

Kemi and Telly, who had been staying in the combined study and bedroom, also peered out curiously.

Despite the many watching eyes, Jason remained composed.

He, Jason, was a gourmet... and a part-time novelist.

Gourmet first.

Novelist second.

Although he had not produced a true piece of work, he had eaten a lot!

And with the identity of a novelist, wasn’t he able to go on normal research tours?

During those tours, it was only natural to eat and drink, wasn’t it?

"I’m creatively blocked."

"I need to gather (eat) some inspiration (drink)."

"Besides, I haven’t been sleeping well lately."

Jason responded in this manner.

"Not allowed!"

"Remember, you are a ruthless typing machine!"

"No need for inspiration, just need to type!"

"Sleep? Remember!"

"Dead people need sleep!"

"As long as you don’t sleep, you have 24 hours a day to write!"

The editor continued to bellow.

"Oh."

"Why was my book heavily promoted in Cherry City more than a year ago?"

Jason asked casually.

"Cherry City heavily promoting your book?"

"Jason, are you truly not awake?"

"Stop fantasizing about such useless things and focus on writing your draft, that’s the most important thing!"

"Remember the end of the month!"

"I still have to push a few other guys to update!"

After saying this, the editor hung up.

The speakerphone light also went out.

Jason turned to look at John, Brian, McCaul.

At this moment, the faces of the three men were somewhat serious.

Cherry City’s promotion not connected to the publishing house editors?

Then it could only be an action undertaken by Cherry City itself.

And such an action?

It was aimed at them!

The three men almost instinctively confirmed this.

From the time Jason arrived in Cherry City to the appearance of the "Imitator," it was all just a part of the other side’s plan, to draw them all out!

As for why they would do this?

They already had a guess in their hearts.

At that moment, McCaul straightened his back, ready to speak.

But at that moment, Brian gestured to stop him.

Brian stood up and walked towards the door of the study that doubled as a bedroom.

"Kemi, you and Telly go back to your room," Brian said, blocking Kemi’s curious gaze.

Had this happened before, Kemi would definitely have resisted her father’s "tyranny," but after the kidnapping incident, she had become much more sensible, nodded her head, and, pulling Telly with her, went back to her room and, obediently, shut the door. ????BËS

Of course, once behind the door, Kemi immediately pressed her ear against it.

She was very curious.

Telly was just as curious.

This action didn’t escape Brian’s notice; he gestured to the remaining men to keep their voices down.

"You are a good father."

McCaul praised after Brian sat down again.

"Just making amends."

Brian sighed.

Then, his voice grew somber.

"You know, I was once too focused on my career and neglected my family."

"After I retired, all I had left was making amends."

"So, I won’t allow anyone to harm my family!"

These words resonated with John and McCaul to some extent.

"Hmm."

"Now, someone is scheming against us."

"And, they’ve already endangered our families or the most important things to us."

"More importantly, I can be sure that what he wants is far more than just that."

McCaul nodded,

John clenched his fists.

He thought of Daisy.

Brian’s daughter was saved, but what about his Daisy?

His Daisy was dead!

He swore to avenge Daisy.

Now that a new target had appeared... it was time to take them out!

Threads of killing intent began to surface on John, and the other three men in the room immediately sensed it.

"Calm down, John."

"That guy won’t get far."

McCaul tried to reassure John.

Brian remained silent.

His daughter was saved, while John’s Daisy wasn’t.

It wasn’t the right time for him to speak.

John’s aura slightly receded.

Brian and McCaul breathed a sigh of relief. At that moment, their biggest concern was John’s impulsiveness, which might startle the snake in the grass.

After all, the target was far too clear.

They each came for different reasons, but at the end of the day, they did only one thing: take down Emod.

Emod had many enemies.

And even more people wanted Emod dead.

But!

Anyone who could have started plotting more than a year ago and quietly drawn Jason here was no simple individual.

It wasn’t just patience; the ability had to be exceptional as well.

And, they would benefit from Emod’s death.

Beneficiaries, even if not the murderers, were related to the murderers!

All three held this simple notion at heart. Enjoy new chapters from

And, conveniently, among Emod’s enemies was just such a person.

Brian and McCaul exchanged glances.

Almost simultaneously, they said the name—

"Dodd!"

Jason frowned.

He hadn’t been in Cherry City long, less than a day.

He didn’t understand Cherry City.

"Can you tell me about this Dodd?"

Jason asked.

"Of course."

After exchanging a look with Brian, McCaul immediately said.

"Dodd, the Speaker of Cherry City, a true big shot, Emod’s real enemy."

"And the person Emod hated to the bone."

"Dodd has more than once blocked Emod’s entry into the council."

"However, don’t expect Dodd to be a good person; he blocked Emod solely because their political views didn’t align."

McCaul stood up as he spoke.

Staying here would only lead to speculation.

Now that ’Dodd’ had appeared as a target, he wanted to try his luck.

John and Brian stood up as well.

They shared the same thought.

"Wait."

Just then, Jason, who had been silent for a moment, suddenly spoke up.

Instantly, he drew the attention of the three men once again.

"Dodd should be Emod’s enemy."

"But don’t you find it strange?"

"To take down an Emod, he lures all three of you here—doesn’t that seem like an overkill?"

"Moreover, in a confrontation with Dodd, Emod should be at a disadvantage, right?"

"Does he really need to set up such a big scene to eliminate someone who is already inferior to him?"

Jason leaned back in the sofa chair and questioned.

John, Brian, and McCaul frowned, stopping in their tracks.

They did not refute Jason’s words.

Because that was the truth.

But with this in mind...

Who exactly was plotting all of this?

Subconsciously, the three looked at Jason sitting there.

Jason spoke unhurriedly—

"Let’s consider, if the three of you go to investigate Dodd and end up fighting him, taking Dodd down, then... who would be the biggest beneficiary of this conflict?"