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The Return of Lord Bryan Chapter eighty two
The sun hung lowly on the horizon. It was almost dark and the weather was misty. The cloud gray overhead and the air promised rain. The food stall by the side of the bank was filled up by eager patrons who chattered loudly and placed orders of eggs and toast and everything else that the cheap food truck offered. Inside the shed just across the street was Bryan, he was seated on a park bench, under where a bus stop once was but it had been moved to another location and all that was left there was the shed. Beside him was an old lady who was flipping through a newspaper and didn't even bother with his presence. Bryan could sense that was was actually pissed off at something. She had been mumbling something under her breath all through and although he couldn't clearly hear her, he could guess from the phone call that she had made a few minutes ago that she was upset with her niece. "She'll come around, I'm sure she's just going through the adult phase," he offered to her kindly as s
The Return of Lord Bryan Chapter eighty three
Bryan got in the car and told Robson to step down. "I can't leave this to chance, I have to be sure that he doesn't get out of sight," he stated. Robson looked at him from the rearview mirror and nodded. "I would be perfect for this drive. I know the city and the mistress, Mrs Claire told me that you haven't been around much since...since you recovered. I think my knowledge and muscle memory of the city would do great," he said, "I also haven't taken a break from driving since I started twenty-three years ago," he reminded him. Bryan sighed, he had a split second to decide if he should take over the wheels or let the man do it. He was right that he hadn't been driving for a very long time and he also didn't know the layout of the city as much as someone who had been living there for the past years and had a better knowledge of the nooks and crannies of the city. "Fine, make sure you don't lose sight of him!" Bryan snapped and Robson nodded as he pulled the car into reverse and sped
The Return of Lord Bryan Chapter eighty four
Right in front of Bryan was Nate and he looked like he hadn’t aged a day since he last saw him – and that of course was normal seeing as it was barely a year since the last time they saw each other. “Supreme master,” Nate replied, but there was an edge to his voice, almost like he didn’t care that Bryan had just seen him. Peterson walked out and closed the door behind him, looking across the street as if he was trying to spot someone – or something. “You followed me here?” He suddenly asked. Bryan sneered at him and angrily clenched his fist. What sort of foolish question could that possibly be? How could he ask if he had followed him as if that was the most important thing they should have discussed? “I think you did,” Peterson responded. “You’ve been meeting with Nate?” Bryan spat through gritted teeth. “Hey, calm down, you just saw us together for the first time. How can you just assume we’ve always been meeting?” Peterson asked. Bryan cocked a brow at him. “Really? Are you
The Return of Lord Bryan Chapter eighty five
Nate seeing that Bryan was mad beyond being civil, he moved back and slightly hid behind Peterson. When it comes to physical strength. None of them could beat Bryan. Bryan wasn’t just the supreme master for nothing. It wasn’t just a fancy title that they agreed to give to him. He’d actually proven himself worthy than the rest of the team and he knew that the only way to remind them of who he really was had to be doing the one thing they never thought that he could do – hitting a member of the team.“You’re right, I’m no longer a part of the army, but I’m twice the man you’ll ever be. I’m not just some dead man like you all bastards thought!” Bryan snapped. Peterson still hadn’t recovered from the punch. He looked at Bryan and blood was seeping through his fingers. Clearly he had just gotten his lips torn with that punch. “Is that why you’re throwing a fist? To prove your power? Isn’t that why weaklings do?” Nate asked, doing what he was best at – trying to play mind games. All the
The Return of Lord Bryan Chapter eighty six
Soft music played in the lounge that Bryan sat in. It was a Saturday and he had just spoken with one of his trusted men. He promised to get back to him concerning a few business deals that he wanted to strike with major corporations in the city. Claire was a little far off but he could see her as she dipped her feet in the pool. They had come to the safe house again because she said that she really needed a place to relax for a little while. Clearly, she was having issues with Freda again and this time, Bryan refused to pry not only because he wanted to give her some privacy but mainly because he knew it would infuriate him to know what happened. "You've been staring at me funny, is everything okay?" Claire asked as she settled on the mat right beside him. Bryan nodded. Everything was fine. He just needed a few minutes alone with his own thoughts. Claire had been very quiet since they both arrived at the safehouse and he took that as a sign to back off and let her be on her own. B
The Return of Lord Bryan Chapter eighty seven
Claire looked at Bryan again as she stood by the corner of the pool, a good distance from him and answered the call. She hadn't expected him to call so soon after her mother texted her. She hoped to spend more time with Bryan but clearly that plan would have to wait. "I'll be right there," she replied with a cold voice and then hissed as she hung up promptly. She sighed, crossed her arms and looked at the water, blinking away her tears. "Can I just tell him? Will he ever forgive me?" She whispered to herself as she looked in his direction again. Bryan had been nothing but helpful from the very first day they met. He had tried to get her mother a place of respect in the family but Freda wasn't in the mood to work. She didn't want to earn a living when she could only prey off others. While Claire had been doing her best to get the family on its feet and secure some good deals, Freda had priced the latest bags and watches off an expensive boutique site. She didn't mind breaking all t
The Return of Lord Bryan Chapter eighty eight
Bryan could hear the shock in his voice as he spoke. “Bryan?” The old man asked and then quickly apologized. “I’m sorry, I know it’s not Bryan. You just sound a lot like my nephew, who are you?” He asked. “You were right actually, it’s Bryan,” he stated. Uncle William gasped and then asked what had happened to him. “What’s been happening? How are you?” He asked, his voice quaking. “I’m fine, Uncle, it’s been a few…years,” he said. William was still stuttering as he asked where Bryan was. How he was doing. “I’m fine, uncle. You can quite sound shocked. I know that you haven’t spoken with me for a long time but I guess you must have heard I’m back in the city, my return sparked a lot of attention,” he said. Uncle William chuckled nervously, “Yeah, I can’t deny that I hear that. But I thought it was all a rumor. I didn’t know it was true. I could have never believed that you would be in the city without coming home,” he said. Bryan hummed, maybe the old man didn’t believe the rumors
The Return of Lord Bryan Chapter eighty nine
The lady smiled cheekily at Bryan and led him into the boutique, she strolled through the aisle and showed him the collection of suits that he had. "It's the best stock that we have. We can find a color to match your skin, you can combine with another pair and of course. We also make fittings to make sure it's your perfect size," she rambled on.Bryan walked through the aisle. At that time, he would have very much appreciated the help of his general, Benjamin. He always had an input on his wardrobe choices and usually played out beautifully. Generally, he trusted his judgment. "I need something more tame, a color that would state my presence when I enter the room," he replied. Bryan really wanted to announce his presence. He wanted to walk into the room and turn heads. He hadn't been home for such a long time and he knew the best way to make an entrance without saying much would be with his dressing. "I think we have the perfect color for you. How about we show you our array of gray
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When he arrived at Freda's house, he could hear raised voices from inside. He stormed in to find Claire and Freda in a heated argument."Get out of here, Bryan," Freda snapped. "This is between me and my daughter."Bryan stood his ground. "I know everything, Freda. There's no need to hide it anymore."Claire turned to him, eyes wide with shock and fear. "Bryan, please don't bring it up. If Grandfather Maxwell finds out what I've done..."Bryan took a deep breath, his resolve strengthening. "I'll confront the situation, Claire."Freda laughed derisively, her voice dripping with contempt. "You think you can convince Maxwell to forgive her? She’ll always be under my control."Bryan's eyes blazed with determination. "We'll see about that at the family gathering this weekend."Freda's expression turned from contempt to anger. "You have no idea what you're dealing with, Bryan. Claire made her choices, and now she has to live with them."Bryan stepped closer, his voice low and fierce. "She m
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Chapter hundred twenty eight
That night, Bryan woke up with a jerk. The cold sweat on his forehead same as the ice creeping down his spine. He had just had the weirdest dream. Or was it a dream? He couldn't tell. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, feeling the cool wooden floor beneath his feet. He needed water, something to qunwch his dry throat that felt like parchment paper. Yawning, he padded softly with bare feet to the kitchen, he moved through the darkened hallway, the silence of the night making his soft footfalls resound. The house was as dark as his thoughts. Speaking of thoughts, Bryan hadn't been able to keep his mind blank since the incident with Jenkins. Neither had he been able to wrap his head around all that the old man had told him. But somehow it made perfect sense. The odd stares, the way his aunt hated him but somehow loved his brother, it all made sense somehow. As he reached the kitchen, he flipped on the light and blinked against the sudden brightness. He headed for the cabinet
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Chapter hundred twenty seven
Bryan drove like the devil was on his tail, arriving at the classic bar Jenkins had picked out for their meeting. It was a beautiful garden bar just outside of town. As Bryan killed the engine, he pulled on his coat and baseball cap, trying his best at disguise before stepping into the place.**The garden bar was indeed a fitting spot for Jenkins, considering his love for flowers. Just as Bryan looked to the left, he saw the old man's hand guiding him to a corner table. Bryan walked over and shook his head in disbelief."I was hoping you only sounded different, but you look different too," Bryan said.Jenkins was dressed in a thick fur coat and a hat. He nursed a cup of coffee with his gloved hands."Sit down, boy. I have to be quick," Jenkins said.Bryan noticed that gone was Jenkins' stammering and broken words. He spoke fluently now, almost as if nothing had ever been wrong with him. Bryan sat down, looking at him curiously."You're running out of time. Your brother and uncle have
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Chapter hundred twenty seven
Bryan staggered back a little, struggling to process the jarring change in Jenkins’ voice. The old man he had known was frail, his voice barely rising above a whisper. Yet, the voice on the phone now was strong and assertive, unrecognizable as Jenkins'. He glanced around, half-expecting to see the old man materialize in front of him, but there was nothing—just the lingering sound of his own breathing and the hum of the city around him."Jenkins?" Bryan asked again, his voice edged with uncertainty. He wanted to be sure he wasn’t speaking to someone else, someone who had somehow gotten hold of Jenkins’ phone. His skepticism was palpable, though he hoped it wasn’t the case.“It’s me, Bryan. You said I should call you right? You did give me your card,” the voice on the line said. Bryan could almost hear the confidence emanating from the speaker. It was a tone of authority that starkly contrasted with the frailty he had grown accustomed to.“You sound different,” Bryan said, his laugh com
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Chapter hundred twenty six
After a few minutes of driving through the busy streets of the city, he went easy on the brakes as he turned to the quiet suburban area. Peterson was always one for his space and privacy and perhaps one could say that he was the most secretive member of the team. When he arrived at Peterson's place, he met with his son, Chad just as he rang the doorbell and the maid allowed him in. “Hey, boy." Bryan said as he stepped into the house. Chad looked at him oddly and then for a second, recognition flashed in his eyes and he stepped aside. “Mr Bryan," he said with a thin voice. Bryan gave him a slight nod and moved into the living room, taking the plush seat that he was offered. “We weren't expecting such an important guest," Chad said with a smile that was obviously as fake as the Picasso painting on the wall. “I never planned to pay the visit either,” Bryan replied. Chad was eager to show him around and also asked to serve him breakfast and a cup of coffee. But Bryan was already gett
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Chapter hundred twenty five
Bryan quickly tried to regain composure from the information that had just shaken him. If someone else was the supreme warlord, then it meant that the council had convened to terminate his own title and somehow found someone else worthy of such ordination. "Last time I checked, there was no one who could even compete with me. No one was worth being the supreme master, talk more of the supreme warlord. Had they suddenly dropped their standard?" He asked out loud but to no one in particular.He couldn't believe it. He was the best, the greatest, the supreme. No one could match his skills, his strategy, his leadership. He was the one who had been chosen, who had been destined for greatness.Who could even replace him? Who was worthy of such a title, the supreme warlord? Bryan snickered, wondering who could even stand behind him, he was second to none. There was no one he could think of that was even half the man he was. All his generals needed a lesson on night and courage. They couldn't
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Chapter hundred twenty four
Bryan was already seething with hot wrath. How could his general even think that he'd want to hear about any territory and political bullshit when all he was trying to do was aimed at giving his life meaning? For a second, he felt stupid for even picking the call in the first place. It didn't make any sense to talk about the territory when his mind kept playing back to Uncle William's words and that of Josiah. “Hello, are you there?" Ben's voice came through the speaker, dragging him from his intense thoughts. “Stop!" He snapped suddenly, without any warning. “I've had enough of this bullshit!" He said with a fierce look. "Come up, what are you talking about!” Ben asked as his voice rose. Bryan told him that he had no interest in talking politics. He was sick and tired or running in circles. “What I need right now is a fucking compass! I need someone, something, anything, to take me to where my past is. I want to know what I am, who I am, what went wrong,” he bit out, "Not some pol
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The next day, Benjamin called Bryan as early as daybreak. Bryan was still sleepy when he heard his phone ring and he rolled out of bed to grab it. "Hey, Ben, you're waking me up rather early, what's up?" He asked, his voice groggy with sleep.Benjamin first apologized for calling him up so early and asked how his previous day had gone. Bryan sighed, wondering how he could possibly recount his day to his friend. It was one hell of a year and it left him sour. "That's a long story, Ben. I don't think I want to talk about it," he replied, rubbing his eyes.Ben laughed and told him that he knew he'd gone home and he could guess that it wasn't such an easy day since his brother wasn't the most friendly person. Bryan scoffed, calling his brother unfriendly and was just trying to coat it up. Josiah was outrightly harsh, he was everything that someone would never want his own brother to do. "That's falling far from the mark," Bryan said, his voice laced with sarcasm.Ben sighed, telling him he
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Jenkins laughed again, the sound a little too shrill and mechanical. "You can't choose your family, Bryan. They're stuck with you, no matter what."Bryan's eyes narrowed, his patience wearing thin. "I don't want to talk about my family, Jenkins. Can you let it go?!” He asked with a harsh tone. But for a second, he couldn't help feeling pity for him. Once again, he was clearly not mentally well and it showed. "Have you been taking your medications?" He asked with a low tone, his worry evident.Jenkins scratched his head, his eyes clouding over. "Yeah, they said life can't be the same again. I guess this is what they mean. Everyone thinks I'm insane," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.Bryan's eyes bulged, he couldn't believe that he'd just made the man feel bad. "I didn't mean that at all, I was just trying to make sure that you're fine," he said, his voice softening.The old man smiled and waved him off. "Yeah, you don't have to say it, I can see it in your eyes," he replied,
