"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
His uncle remained where he was, watching Scar's retreating back with a mixture of sadness and resignation. The weight of his confession hung in the air, a permanent wedge between them. He had always known this day would come, but he had never imagined it would hurt this much.He got into his hand and headed straight to meet his father,so he can reconsider his decision about scar. When he got to his grandfather's study he noticed the room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the flickering flames of a fireplace. The air was thick with the scent of burning wood and the heavy, oppressive silence that seemed to fill every corner of the vast study. The grandfather sat behind a massive mahogany desk. He was a man of power, of unyielding authority, and the weight of his presence was palpable.The uncle stood in front of the desk, his posture tense, his hands clasped tightly together as he tried to muster the courage to speak. The weight of his nephew's pain and the guilt of his o
"It's time to go," Sullivan said, gently guiding his wife toward the helicopter.He tilted his head, watching as John and Evelyn held hands, and he couldn't help but frown."What's with that look?" Erica asked, noticing his expression."Nothing," Sullivan replied, quickly turning his gaze away."Then why is your face like that? Aren't you the one always rambling about how John should find love and settle down?" Erica rolled her eyes."I know, but it's all too sudden," he replied."Get it together. Evelyn is a nice girl, and we've misjudged her a lot," Erica said."So, you're on her side now?"Erica pinched his cheeks and chuckled. "You know that's not what I meant.""I just find it really weird that they're together. I thought they hated each other."Erica turned with a smile on her face. "Love often blooms in the most unexpected places and at the strangest times. Believe me, I know—it's as surprising to them as it is to us.""Hmm," Sullivan remarked with a nod. "But I still can't bel