Chapter 35

Victor sat quietly in the dimly lit room of the Montgomery estate, the heavy silence occasionally interrupted by the rhythmic tapping of his fingers against the armrest of his leather chair. His face remained stoic, a mask of cold composure, but beneath the surface, a storm was brewing. The weight of recent events pressed down on him, though his calculating edge never wavered.

A soft knock echoed from the door, breaking the tension, before Raul, his trusted confidant, stepped inside with an air of unease. Victor’s gaze shifted, cold and curious.

"I’ve traced Edward, Victor," Raul began, his voice low. "He’s from a farm in California. As instructed, I handed over the letter a relative of his."

Victor’s lips curled into a faint, approving smile. "And did you put it where I specified?"

Raul nodded. "Yes, sir. Exactly where you asked."

Victor leaned forward slightly, his voice lowering. "And the man I killed?"

Raul’s face hardened. "The man is no longer recognizable. I made sure of it."

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