Evelyn's heart was racing, but she forced herself to remain composed. Sullivan's apology had caught her off guard, and she was struggling to process the emotions it stirred within her. For months, she had carried the weight of her past actions, believing she was beyond forgiveness, even from herself. Yet, here was Sullivan, acknowledging her pain, even thanking her."Set things right?" Evelyn echoed, her voice tinged with bitterness. "You can't just say a few words and expect everything to be okay.""I know," Sullivan said, his gaze steady. "But it's a start. I don't expect you to forgive me, and I don't expect us to go back to how things were. I just wanted you to know that I recognize the good you've done."Evelyn looked away, her fingers fidgeting as she tried to hold back the tears threatening to spill. She hated how vulnerable she felt in front of him, hated that despite everything, his words affected her so deeply."Why are you doing this?" she asked, her voice barely above
"No, there's no need for you to be concerned," Evelyn replied with an amused expression."Then it's all settled and done," Sullivan sighed with relief.Evelyn took her leave and went to her room.When she got to the door, she found John standing outside."Hey," he started slowly."Hi," Evelyn replied, looking at him.The silence was beginning to get awkward, so Evelyn offered, "Do you want to come inside?""Hmm."Slowly, she opened the door and gestured for him to come inside."I want to talk to you about something," he began."We are walking, so you should just say whatever you want to say," Evelyn said, rolling her eyes."We'll be going to the south, and I know it's going to be really dangerous…""If you're trying to convince me not to go, I won't," she said firmly.The firmness in her voice made John realize that she had no intention of changing her mind, and it bothered him because he was scared.He had been on so many dangerous missions in his life, but he had never once been sca
"We have gotten news that the Dragon General will be coming to the South," Jason's father said as he stood in front of the other members of the five great families."If he's coming, then he must be trying to seize control of the South like he did with Lowell Tower, but we must stop him before he does," Mr. Brown said.The other members were already looking uncomfortable as they began to mumble among themselves."Silence!" Jason’s father yelled."There’s no need to fret; the situation will be sorted out," he said firmly."Men will be deployed to the South to ensure that our place is secure."Mrs. Martin, who had been watching the proceedings with a nonchalant expression, finally leaned forward to air her opinion."What if we meet resistance from the people because of the Dragon General?" she asked.Everyone’s heads snapped toward her, trying to understand what she was implying."I don’t think we understand what you’re trying to say," Jason's father frowned."The likelihood of the popul
"What was that all about?" Jason's father asked the moment they stepped out of the building.Mrs. Martin turned to him, feigning ignorance. "I don't understand what you're implying. You'll have to be specific.""It looks like you have everyone wrapped around your pretty little fingers."Mrs. Martin's lips curved into a smile as she leaned against the side of the car."Is that jealousy I smell on you, love?" she teased, arching an eyebrow and shaking her head in amusement.If only he knew the plans she had in mind for him."I don't get jealous.""Then I don't see how that is a problem," she shrugged. "You, of all people, should understand that it's all just business."Her assistant helped her open the car door, and she got inside."I hope I'll see you later tonight," she said with a wink."Keep your voice down," Jason's father warned, although the prospect of meeting up later excited him."The walls have ears," he remarked nervously, allowing his eyes to roam the garage."It's just us
Mrs. Martin watched him for a moment longer, as if weighing his sincerity, before finally nodding.He was right where she wanted him to be. She could smell his desperation and it was just what she wanted. "Very well," she said softly, her voice laced with an eerie calm.She leaned back in her chair, her fingers lightly tapping the armrest as she began to speak."Your parents’ deaths weren’t accidents, Scar. They were orchestrated—meticulously planned by someone who saw them as obstacles in his path."Scar’s hands clenched into fists, his knuckles white. Scar's eyes widened in shock because all his life his grandfather told him they died in an accident on their way to one of their mission. "Who? " He granted clenching his fist. "Who did this?"She paused, taking a deliberate sip of her wine, savoring the moment before answering. "Your grandfather," she finally said, her words cutting through the silence like a blade. "He wanted control—over the family, over the business, over yo
Mrs. Martin was cunning and she would say anything just to make sure that he wins him over. He couldn't totally trust her words because be here was desperate to have him on her side. He pressed his hands on the steering wheel. He needed needed answers and the only one that could give him what he wanted was his grandfather. Asking his uncle wasn't an option because he wasn't going to say anything. Scar drove with a single destination in mind: his grandfather's estate. His thoughts were a tangled mess, but one thing was clear—he needed answers.As he approached the massive iron gates of the estate, Scar’s mind raced through what he would say. The accusations were heavy, but he couldn’t go in blind. He needed to see his grandfather’s reaction, to gauge his response.The guards at the gate recognized his car and waved him through without question. Scar parked and stepped out, feeling the weight of the family legacy pressing down on him. The estate was quiet, too quiet, considerin
Scar took a turn and was surprised to see that the person was his uncle.He was fueled with anger when he remembered what Mrs. Martin had said to him. There was no way his uncle wasn't aware of what happened to his parents. He was close to his father, so he must have known."What are you doing here?" he frowned.His uncle raised a brow at him and stepped out from the shadows. His hands were covered with blood he took a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the blood off his hands.Scar got worried when he saw the blood and swallowed hard."Uncle, what do you want? Aren't you supposed to be with Grandfather?" he asked curiously.His eyes scanned the area to see if he could find the person he was here to meet, but unfortunately, he didn't."Don't even bother, he's dead," his uncle replied, still focused on his hands."What?" Scar blurted out angrily. "Why did you do that?" he asked."I stopped you from doing something you'd regret," his uncle replied. "And I would advise you to stop
Scar's eyes widened, his mind racing to process what his uncle had just revealed. The weight of the words settled in his chest like a stone, crushing his ability to breathe properly."You... you were the one who..." Scar's voice trembled, anger and disbelief warring within him. His fists clenched tightly at his sides, nails digging into his palms.Without a single thought, he took his gun and pointed it at his uncle."Did you murder my parents?" he asked, tears in his eyes. Even though his uncle had already confessed, he refused to believe it was true. Never in his wildest imagination did he think his uncle would kill his parents.His uncle looked down, his expression a mixture of guilt and sorrow. All the emotions he tried to keep locked away washed over him. The wounds ripped open, leaving him heartbroken all over again."Answer me before I end your life.""Yes, Scar. It was me. I was ordered to eliminate them. I had no choice.""That's it. That's the truth you desperately wante