Rise Of The General's Forgotten Son

Chapter 304

Meanwhile, Elijah, unaware of the brewing storm quietly igniting within the Halden household and the grudge Zane had begun to nurse, finished rinsing the last drops of water off his Prado and BMW. He coiled the hose neatly, wiped his hands with a nearby cloth, and headed back into the house.

The scent of food still lingered from the early morning meal Sierra had made before heading to school. He made his way into the kitchen, uncovered the pot, and dished out some jollof rice and grilled chicken into a plate, then sat at the marble counter to eat.

Just as he took his second bite, his phone began to ring, vibrating against the table with a soft buzz. He picked it up, glanced at the screen—and raised a brow slightly.

Celestine Valencia.

He stared at the name for a second, chewing slowly before wiping his lips and answering the call.

“Hello Ms Valencia?” he said, setting the fork down.

Celestine’s elegant voice came through the phone, calm and composed as always. “Good morning, Elijah.