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Chapter Hundred and twenty three
Dr. Preston stopped beside the heavy black gate of the Escobar mansion, his fingers firm on the steering wheel. He stepped out of his car, the gravel crunching softly beneath his shoes. The gate creaked open as if it had been expecting him.Victor Escobar stood at the pavement, dressed in a dark suit that fit him like authority itself. “I thought you wouldn’t honor my invitation,” Victor said with a faint smile. “Since your little ordeal with the Johnsons, you’ve been avoiding me like the plague.”Atleast Dr Preston was one of the few people who respects him and would be a good allie for the war goddess wish.Preston forced a polite laugh. “I wasn’t avoiding you, Victor. I was saving you—and myself—from further harm.”Victor’s brow lifted slightly, amused. “Further harm?”He turned and gestured toward the house. “Come. Let’s discuss this inside.”“Champagne,” Victor said to a maid at the corner without looking at her. “Two glasses.”She nodded and disappeared toward the kitchen.Th
Chapter One hundred and twenty two
The butler, stood motionless for a while at the foot of the staircase, his wrinkled hands trembling slightly. He could still feel the sting of the slap on his face, but it wasn’t the pain that unsettled him — it was fear. Not for himself, but for the young master.He turned away slowly and walked toward his chamber at the east wing. Every step echoed softly against the floor. Inside, the dim yellow glow of a lantern cast long, uneasy shadows on the walls.He sat heavily on the edge of his bed, pressing his fingers to his temples. Something isn’t right, he thought. Jeremy isn’t just being arrogant — he’s plotting something.He had known Jeremy since he was a boy — a spoiled, cunning child who grew up with a father who knows how to manipulate people like chess pieces. And the way he had spoken today — the venom in his voice, the coldness in his laughter — felt darker than that of his father.Jeremy was becoming worse than his father.The old butler sighed, staring at the small wooden b
Chapter Hundred and twenty one
The butler was still whispering to Elvis when a sharp, commanding voice thundered from upstairs.“Old man! Old man! Come here immediately!” The butler’s head snapped up toward the staircase, and his entire body went stiff. The sound of Jeremy’s voice echoed through the mansion like a warning bell.Elvis frowned deeply. “This guy is really, really rude,” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head. “I think the best thing we can do is put him in his place.”The butler turned quickly, panic flashing in his eyes. “Please, young master,” he said as he dropped to his knees, his voice trembling. “Please, don’t do anything. Don’t confront him. I’ll handle it, I promise. Please.”“But he’s out of line,” Elvis said, his voice low but heavy with controlled anger. “You can’t just let him—”“Please, Elvis,” the butler cut in again, lowering his head. “Please, don’t worry. I’ve dealt with worse. I’ll put up with him, no matter how he behaves. Just let me handle this.”Elvis clenched his jaw an
chapter Hundred and twenty
Elvis leaned back on the chair, his eyes fixed on the butler. There was a quiet storm behind his calm expression—confusion, curiosity, and a tinge of disappointment. The silence between them stretched long enough to be felt, broken only by the soft ticking of the wall clock.Finally, Elvis spoke, his tone quiet but edged with emotion. “You seem like someone who’s afraid of him,” he said, tilting his head slightly toward the stairs where Jeremy had gone. “I’ve never seen you feel fear in the presence of anyone before. I’ve only ever known you as a strong, composed man… someone who knows how to handle every situation.” His eyes narrowed a little, searching the butler’s face. “So why does someone like him—someone whose father left home years ago—send so much fear into you?”The butler exhaled deeply, his shoulders sagging. He sat down slowly on the chair beside Elvis, folding his hands together. His voice was calm but carried a tremor of something deeper. “Young master,” he said softly,
chapter hundred and Nineteen
Jeremy’s smirk lingered as he threw the half-burnt cigarette into a tray and dusted his palms like a man claiming ownership of the room. Then, with a slight stretch of his arm, he pointed toward his suitcase at the door.“You,” he said sharply, his eyes locking on the butler, “carry my suitcase upstairs. Put it in one of the rooms at the back. I think it’s time the rightful owner of this house takes his place again.”The butler hesitated, his lips parting slightly as if he wanted to say something. His old hands twitched nervously, and for a brief moment, he stood still, looking from Jeremy to the suitcase and then at Elvis. His silence said it all—weariness, confusion, and reluctant obedience. But without another word, he finally walked toward the door, bent slightly, and picked up the suitcase.Just as he turned to climb the stairs, Jeremy’s voice echoed again, filled with mockery. “Wait a second, old man,” he said with a half grin. “Why are you the one carrying the suitcase? Why is
Chapter One hundred and eighteen
"You don’t look excited to see me, old man!" Jeremy said sarcastically the moment he stepped into the mansion, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. He dropped his coat on the couch without care, his tone dripping with mockery.The butler turned slowly from where he stood. His wrinkled face showed no anger—only surprise, perhaps even disbelief. "Not really, sir," he said quietly. "It’s just that it’s been years, and the way you and your father left back then was almost like disappearing into thin air."Jeremy’s brow arched sharply. "So, are you trying to say I’m not welcome here?" he asked, his tone sharp and deliberately provoking. He stepped closer, his boots echoing on the floor."No, Jeremy… I’m just surprised!" the butler replied quickly, his voice trembling slightly as he clasped his hands together in a gesture of respect.Jeremy chuckled mockingly. "The last time I checked, you were just my uncle’s most trusted servant. So what gave you the right to call me by my
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