Chapter hundred forty eight

"What do you want, Henry?” This had to be the hundredth time Aaron asked Henry Neville exactly what he had up his sleeves. The clock was ticking and dusk was upon them both.

Henry was best described as a slow poison with a two-faceted motive. Aaron saw through all his damn facades. “Let's not forget our reason for meeting, son, Dragon.” The name caused Aaron to brew with an unwholesome personal vendetta.

Helen watched from a distance, anticipating the worst. Everything appeared peaceful and Aaron seemed to be out of harm's way. “Should we retreat and give them space to chitchat?” The irritated voice of Lucas rang through the air, causing Helen to stir with displeasure. “Are you married or maybe in love, Mr. Lucas?” She made sure the question hit the spot, as she stared at him, waiting for a solid reply, and so did the others.

“I am the only surviving son and I am currently and still very much open to love.” He gazed at her seductively, amidst the guards who watched his disgusting reac
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