Untold chronicles of power

Chapter hundred Thirty

The air hung heavy with tension as Jackson's question echoed through the stillness of the evening.

Who was the traitor among them? Who had conspired with William Portman to betray their family and seize control of the Portman empire?

And then, as if in response to Jackson's inquiry, a voice cut through the silence from behind—a voice tinged with bitterness and regret.

"It was the previous leader, the one who put you on the seat, the one they call THE OLD KING."

Jackson's head snapped around to face the source of the voice, his eyes widening in shock as a figure emerged from the shadows.

The man who stepped forward was tall and imposing, his features obscured by the darkness of the night.

"Stanley Marc," the man introduced himself, extending a hand toward Jackson. "Nice to finally meet you."

Jackson shook the man's hand numbly, his mind reeling with disbelief. Stanley Marc—the man who had been Charles and Elizabeth's trusted confidant for as long as he could remember—was the one who