Rejected Billionaire book 2: Abraxas's Revenge

Chapter 77: The Ancient Prophecy

Conor's gaze was fixed on the cityscape beyond the office window, his mind hundreds of miles away. The early autumn sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the streets of Jinstain. The weight of recent events pressed heavily on his shoulders, but his thoughts kept drifting back to Velyki—and to Kerrigan.

A knock at the door broke his reverie. He turned to see Mr. Nuri entering the room, a somber expression on his face. The seasoned lawyer carried a worn, ancient-looking scroll, carefully protected within a leather casing.

"Conor," Mr. Nuri began, his voice low and serious. "I’ve found something that I believe you need to see."

Conor motioned for him to sit, his curiosity piqued. "What is it?"

Mr. Nuri gently unrolled the scroll, revealing a scrap of old parchment, yellowed with age and covered in faded writing. The script was in an ancient language, one that Conor recognized only because of the research he had been doing into the dragon legends.

"This," Nuri said, tapping