"We have gotten news that the Dragon General will be coming to the South," Jason's father said as he stood in front of the other members of the five great families."If he's coming, then he must be trying to seize control of the South like he did with Lowell Tower, but we must stop him before he does," Mr. Brown said.The other members were already looking uncomfortable as they began to mumble among themselves."Silence!" Jason’s father yelled."There’s no need to fret; the situation will be sorted out," he said firmly."Men will be deployed to the South to ensure that our place is secure."Mrs. Martin, who had been watching the proceedings with a nonchalant expression, finally leaned forward to air her opinion."What if we meet resistance from the people because of the Dragon General?" she asked.Everyone’s heads snapped toward her, trying to understand what she was implying."I don’t think we understand what you’re trying to say," Jason's father frowned."The likelihood of the popul

Mrs. Martin watched him for a moment longer, as if weighing his sincerity, before finally nodding.He was right where she wanted him to be. She could smell his desperation and it was just what she wanted. "Very well," she said softly, her voice laced with an eerie calm.She leaned back in her chair, her fingers lightly tapping the armrest as she began to speak."Your parents’ deaths weren’t accidents, Scar. They were orchestrated—meticulously planned by someone who saw them as obstacles in his path."Scar’s hands clenched into fists, his knuckles white. Scar's eyes widened in shock because all his life his grandfather told him they died in an accident on their way to one of their mission. "Who? " He granted clenching his fist. "Who did this?"She paused, taking a deliberate sip of her wine, savoring the moment before answering. "Your grandfather," she finally said, her words cutting through the silence like a blade. "He wanted control—over the family, over the business, over yo

Scar took a turn and was surprised to see that the person was his uncle.He was fueled with anger when he remembered what Mrs. Martin had said to him. There was no way his uncle wasn't aware of what happened to his parents. He was close to his father, so he must have known."What are you doing here?" he frowned.His uncle raised a brow at him and stepped out from the shadows. His hands were covered with blood he took a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the blood off his hands.Scar got worried when he saw the blood and swallowed hard."Uncle, what do you want? Aren't you supposed to be with Grandfather?" he asked curiously.His eyes scanned the area to see if he could find the person he was here to meet, but unfortunately, he didn't."Don't even bother, he's dead," his uncle replied, still focused on his hands."What?" Scar blurted out angrily. "Why did you do that?" he asked."I stopped you from doing something you'd regret," his uncle replied. "And I would advise you to stop

His uncle remained where he was, watching Scar's retreating back with a mixture of sadness and resignation. The weight of his confession hung in the air, a permanent wedge between them. He had always known this day would come, but he had never imagined it would hurt this much.He got into his hand and headed straight to meet his father,so he can reconsider his decision about scar. When he got to his grandfather's study he noticed the room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the flickering flames of a fireplace. The air was thick with the scent of burning wood and the heavy, oppressive silence that seemed to fill every corner of the vast study. The grandfather sat behind a massive mahogany desk. He was a man of power, of unyielding authority, and the weight of his presence was palpable.The uncle stood in front of the desk, his posture tense, his hands clasped tightly together as he tried to muster the courage to speak. The weight of his nephew's pain and the guilt of his o

"We have to leave now!"Evelyn swung into action, grabbing Erica by the arm as they made their way toward the basement that led to a secret door. This was the emergency route John had shown Evelyn in case something happened, so she would be able to protect Erica.The moment they opened the door, they saw two masked men already waiting for them. Evelyn's eyes widened in shock as she stumbled back."Stay calm," she assured Erica. John had personally entrusted Erica’s safety to her, so she wouldn’t let him down.She reached for her side belt and realized she hadn’t brought her gun. Erica was still panting, but when she squinted her eyes, she realized that the figure looked a little familiar. She didn’t know if she was crazy, but one of the masked men had the same build as Sullivan.She tried to step forward, but Evelyn pulled her back."Are you out of your mind? These people can hurt you," she yelled."Wait, you don't understand—""Stay behind me, and when I give you a signal, you run