Chapter 300
Back in the capital, Master Russell sat in his grand leather chair, his sharp eyes narrowing as his grandson, Greg, approached with hesitant steps. The room was steeped in an air of authority, the weight of their family's legacy pressing down on every word spoken within these walls.

Greg bowed slightly, a sign of respect, before glancing briefly at his father, Leo, who stood on the opposite side of the room. Leo’s expression was unreadable, but the tension in the air was palpable.

“Grandfather,” Greg began, his voice measured yet strained. “We lost the guy who was keeping tabs on Odell.”

Master Russell’s eyes darkened instantly, a storm brewing behind his cold gaze. Without warning, he slammed his hand down on the armrest of his chair, the sound echoing like thunder in the room.

“Speak coherently, boy!” he demanded, his voice gruff and filled with impatience.

Leo’s gaze snapped to his son, his brow furrowing with concern. “What exactly do you mean by ‘lost’?” he asked, his tone a mix
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