2026-10-27 00:30:20Earlier that morning, Alfred had walked into the kitchen while Angela was preparing breakfast. He kissed her forehead softly and told her that an emergency had arisen at his project site, requiring him to return immediately to supervise the crew. Angela had nodded with a gentle smile, understanding how dedicated he was to his new contract job.
However, peace in the household was short-lived.An aggressive knocking sounded at the front door. Angela walked over and unlocked it
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"No," the voice rang out firmly. "She will not apologise to you.”Alfred stepped forward with a cold and unfriendly expression.Wilson Simpson frowned. Beside him, Sarah and George shifted back, their eyes locking onto Alfred with disgust. Darlington Remi, who had been standing, felt a sudden flicker of tension cross his face before he quickly masked it with an arrogant expression."No," Alfred repeated firmly, "She will not apologise to you."Angela turned her head in surprise, her heart leaping slightly as she saw her husband standing just a few paces behind her. The exhausting burden that had been pressing down on her chest for the past hour seemed to lighten instantly."Alfred..." Angela murmured.Alfred stepped forward until he was standing right beside her. He placed a warm hand gently around her back, looking down at her with a confident gaze before turning his stern eyes toward the family members.Wilson Simpson slammed his cane against the floor, his face darkening with ind
Chapter 86
Alfred stood in the centre of the dark living room, his eyes scanning the quiet space. He took a deep breath, listening for the faint sound of his son's giggles or the light footsteps of his wife in the kitchen, but the house remained dead silent.Without wasting another second, he dialled Sebastian.The call was answered on the very first ring. "General," Sebastian's sharp voice came through the line"Where is Angela?" Alfred asked, "She left her keys and bag at home, but her phone is off.""General," Sebastian answered promptly. "Roughly two hours ago, her father George called her to their estate. Her grandfather, Wilson Simpson, summoned her to the family residence for an emergency meeting regarding her ongoing construction project."Alfred's dark eyes narrowed sharply. "Was Darlington Remi there?""Yes, General," Sebastian confirmed. "Darlington's vehicle arrived at the Simpson estate twenty minutes before your wife and son got there.”A cold aura radiated off Alfred as he tucked
Chapter 85
Lord Ashbrook’s legs kicked wildly in the air, his fingers clawing desperately at the iron-clad grip around his throat. The high-ranking noble made choking sounds, his face turning purple as all the arrogant authority he had accumulated over decades melted away into absolute panic.“You... you cannot do this,” Ashbrook gasped out, his voice sounding like a dry, rasping twig. “I am the head of the High Council! I hold the legal authority of the realm!”“You hold nothing,” Alfred stated, his voice flat and dead behind the red metal faceplate. “Your coup died the moment the King stepped back into this room.”With a casual flick of his wrist, Alfred hurled Ashbrook through the air. The traitorous lord spun awkwardly before slamming hard onto the floor, sliding several feet until he crashed against the base of the central podium. He lay there coughing and sputtering, clutching his bruised neck while gasping for air.King Kael stepped forward, his eyes blazing with a mixture of betrayal and
Chapter 84
“Ashbrook moved faster than expected. He didn’t just lock down the palace. He orchestrated a coup.”“How could the guards blindly obey him?” Jim hissed, his grip tightening around his sword hilt until his knuckles turned white. “King Kael would never allow the High Council to take control of the royal gates!”“Because the King is no longer in a position to speak,” Alfred stated coldly. “We move through the old drainage aqueduct; follow me.”Melting into the dense shadows, Alfred and Commander Jim slipped past the outer watchtowers without alerting a single sentry. They navigated the narrow stone tunnels running beneath the palace walls, emerging quietly inside the rear gardens of the royal residence.Knocking out four council guards stationed at the entrance of the royal quarters without letting them utter a sound, Alfred pushed open the doors to King Kael’s private bedchamber.Inside, King Kael lay slumped across his bed, his lips pale and blue, his breathing shallow. Beside his bed
Chapter 83
Alfred stood entirely relaxed under the sharp gaze of the Monland King.“No, Your Majesty. I do not know your daughter.” Alfred denied smoothly, his deep voice carrying a natural tone behind his red mask. Princess Annabelle giggled softly, stepping forward with a clever twinkle in her eyes. “Father, I was simply curious. I have heard so many terrifying stories about the legendary God of War across our borders. When I saw him standing here, I wanted to take a picture with him and get to know the man behind the myths.”The King of Monland frowned slightly, shaking his head at his daughter’s lighthearted demeanor. “Stand back, Annabelle. Women do not go close to the God of War. He is an extremely dangerous man, not a sight for curious eyes.”Annabelle smiled warmly, placing her small hand over her mouth to cover a sudden, suppressed laugh. Her father stared at her in slight confusion, assuming she was merely taking his serious warning as a silly joke, unaware that she had seen the han
Chapter 82
Alfred stood Unfazed under the intense gazes of three hundred Monland warriors. “I stand before you unarmed because I did not cross the northern frontier to spill blood, Your Majesty,” Alfred stated flatly. “I came to present the truth that was stolen from both our realms.”The King of Monland raised a hand, signalling his elite guard to lower their blades. He studied the masked figure for a long moment before gesturing toward the grand central pavilion. “Step inside, General. Let us see if your words carry as much weight as your reputation.”Inside the sprawling tent, lit by low iron lamps, Alfred walked over to a table. Reaching into his dark coat, he pulled out an wax-sealed parchment scroll, the original, uncorrupted draft of the northern commercial treaty and laid it flat on the wood.“This is the genuine agreement drafted before the summit,” Alfred revealed, pointing to the wax seal. “King Kael never intended to demand a sixty-five per cent share of the agricultural trade. The
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