Richard Day's Legacy

Chapter 006

Andrew’s face tightened imperceptibly. He knew Nicholas wasn’t bluffing; the forces behind the Golden Leaf had a reach and power that even his illustrious family couldn’t challenge easily.

Swallowing his pride, Andrew gave a curt nod, his voice steady despite the tension. “I see. Then, we’ll comply with your request.”

Cassandra’s jaw dropped as she turned to Andrew in disbelief. “Are you serious? Are we just going to let him humiliate us like this?”

Andrew shot her a warning glance, his expression firm. “Don't make trouble, Cassandra. Paying for our meal isn’t a problem for a Morris." 

Andrew masked his face with a smile and took out his card to pay the bill.

Though he was smiling, he was gritting and grinding his teeth, his jaws a little clenched.

He was cursing at her and her gluttony, she had eaten like a pig that had been starved for weeks, and now he had to pay the bill for her.

The thought of shelling out that outrageous amount had him fuming.

Though his family was a prominent one, he wasn't exactly rich as he was living off a monthly allowance from them, and the funds weren't even enough, so he had to cut down on his expenses.

But he had just arrived in Dalton City and must prioritize maintaining a good reputation and image while building connections. He couldn't afford to damage his relationship with Nicholas over just one meal.

This concerned his future prospects in the city, and offending Nicholas would be far from a wise decision. 

But he concluded that he was one way or another going to get his money back, that and all the money and investment he intended to milk off Dalton City and from Cassandra as well.

Cassandra clenched her fists, glaring at Nicholas. “You’ll regret this,” she hissed under her breath, but she didn’t dare say it aloud.

She knew the Golden Leaf’s true backing was far beyond her father’s influence—and even Andrew’s family’s power.

Harold’s lips tightened into a grim line. While he wanted to lash out, he also understood the precarious situation. He glanced at Cassandra and Andrew, then let out a heavy sigh. “Let’s go,” he said through gritted teeth.

Cassandra shot one last venomous look at Nicholas before storming out, Andrew trailing behind her with a grim expression.

As they exited the restaurant, Cassandra muttered under her breath, “We’ll see who has the last laugh. He’ll pay for this insult—one way or another.”

Harold didn’t respond, his thoughts clouded by the humiliation they had just endured, while Andrew remained silent, his jaw clenched tightly.

At the same time, Vivienne had arrived at Vancouver with Richard.

It was already evening at Vancovira, but amidst the seemingly peaceful area and the evening dusk, an unease had settled over the town.

“Stay away from me!” A woman shouted as several men slowly closed in on her.

The leader of the group, a tall, menacing man, eyed her with an unsettling hunger. He reached for her arm, grabbing it tightly, and pulling her closer.

 "Let go!" The woman yelled, trying to break free, but his grip was firm, his fingers like iron around her wrist.

“Quiet,” he hissed, his face inches from hers. “You’ll regret making a scene.”

The other men stepped forward, their gazes lecherous and predatory.

“You should’ve kept your mouth shut,” one of them sneered, grabbing her other arm. “It’s too late to run now.”

The woman struggled against them, kicking at the man holding her, but it was no use. She couldn’t free herself from their grasp. The leader smirked as he advanced, pinning her against a nearby stall.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he said, his voice cold and menacing.

In a desperate attempt to escape, the woman kicked wildly, her foot catching the man closest to her in the chest. As he stumbled back, her hand tore at the fabric of his shirt. The cloth ripped, revealing a tattoo on his arm. It was a distinct, dark symbol — the emblem of Primse, a mark unmistakable to anyone who knew its meaning.

The woman froze, realizing in horror that these men weren’t just criminals — they were spies, sent by Primse.

Her eyes widened in shock, and she gasped, “You’re... you’re from Primse?”

The leader’s expression darkened as he noticed the exposed tattoo. A cold smile curled on his lips.

“Too slow to realize it, huh?” he sneered.

The woman’s blood ran cold as she realized who she was facing. These were no ordinary men — they were agents sent to infiltrate and destroy.

"Let her go! You bastards!"

The other residents, who had just heard the noise, now rushed to her aid.

They tried to break through and intervene, but the spies responded violently, knocking one man to the ground with a brutal punch to his jaw.

“Ah!!” The man cried in pain as he crumpled to the ground, clutching his face. And as he fell down, he saw the tattoo on the man's arm.

“Y-you…you're a spy” he reiterated, his voice trembling with fear as he spoke.

The residents were outraged, their eyes going bloodshot as they glared at their attackers.

These spies had dared to cross the border to threaten and attack them in their own country. It was preposterous.

“We’ll report you to the Mayor!”

One of the residents threatened, causing the eyes of the leader to twitch.

He suddenly felt the hair on the back of his neck stand, an eerie shiver running down his spine, he felt like he was being watched. Shuddering slightly to himself, he shook his head as he dismissed the weird thought.

“Hah! Jokes on you, he cannot appear from thin air to rescue you! So you're at our mercy”