CHAPTER 34
Author: LADY E
last update2025-05-10 23:57:10

Victor stared at her, and for the first time, the mask slipped. He looked… tired. Worn.

The weight of his sins dragged down his shoulders.

“You won’t survive the war you’re about to start,” he said.

“We already have,” Alfred replied. “You just don’t know it yet.”

Sirens began wailing in the distance. Alfred smiled grimly.

“You called the authorities, didn't you know they won't be able to keep me locked up for long?” he said.

“That’s where you were wrong. I called everyone. You’re finished.” Alfred Stewart retorted and uttered; “let's see how you will fight your way out of this one.”

Victor lunged towards Alfred but Jason fired a shot into the wall just inches from his head.

Victor froze, his eyes wide open.

“Move again, and I aim lower,” Jason said.

Alfred stepped forward, face inches from Victor’s. “Take a good look. This is your last time inside my house. Next time we meet, it won’t be in the study. It’ll be in the courtroom. Or a cage.”

Victor sneered. “Then
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