The Return of General Cobra claw

Chapter Eighteen.

Max Xanderson froze immediately to the spot, the Xanderson's was a name that he hadn't heard in years.

As he stared into the darkened sky above, memories of his uncle Jeremy Xanderson plunging a sharp Katana sword straight through his mom's heart reeled through his mind like a pro-edited video.

Memories of how he had wanted to swim back and save his mom from his uncle but was shot at raced through his mind making him bite his lips and clench his fist in vexation.

Max Xanderson's thoughts raced as Jack Oniels waited patiently.

"General…what should I tell the Xandersons?"

Jack Oniels asked again, his voice was barely above whispers.

"Tell them that I will grace his Vila tonight."

His voice was barely above whispers yet laced with authority.

"Okay,Grand general, I will be leaving now."

The messenger happily went away to deliver the best news to Jeremy Xanderson.

"I will be there, but to annihilate everyone."

Max Xanderson whispered to himself as he dropped the call, his heart heaving up and down in anger.

Meanwhile at the Xanderson's villa.

"This is the best news I have heard so far, Lord Larry Harold."

Jeremy Xanderson's voice was laced with exhilaration.

For a man his age, he sure was young, he was dressed in his purple Armani suit, the only one made in 10 years.

His golden Rolex Submariner glinted in the party light as he drank his Veuve Clicquot champagne.

"I know, right!"

"It's the biggest news I have heard too."

"We are being visited by the grand general himself, this will definitely strike fear into the hearts of other great families and our enemies."

"Imagine this news headline, The grand general visits the Xanderson's a night before his wedding."

Jeremy Xanderson's voice was laced with happiness as he described how pleasant it would be if the national media were to cover the event.

"Definitely it will be a perfect headline."

Lord Larry Harold added as they stood in the middle of the busy hall and stared as the decorations were made.

The hall was the biggest in Westerville only second to the Timeless Haven, the biggest hall in the whole country where Max Xanderson was planning to hold the grand wedding.

The hall had crystal chandeliers hanging from the high vaulted ceilings, casting a soft, golden glow over the lavishly decorated room.

Rich, velvet drapes in deep shades of burgundy and gold framed the tall windows, and opulent floral arrangements adorned every table, filling the air with a heady mix of exotic fragrances.

While the floor was a gleaming expanse of polished marble, reflecting the dazzling lights and the elegantly dressed guests who were now arriving earlier than expected.

Apparently everyone wanted a piece of the grand general's influence.

In the center of the hall, a grand staircase descended from the upper floors, its bannisters wrapped in delicate garlands of ivy and roses. 

At the base of the stairs, a massive ice sculpture of the Xanderson family crest stood as a testament to their wealth and influence, glistening under the lights.

"This is going to be the best day of our lives…imagine taking a picture with the grand general."

Lord Larry Harold said as he just couldn't hold in his happiness.

"Once we get the grand general on our side we are just this close to taking over the whole country."

"Power and influence is everything."

Jeremy Xanderson's voice was barely above whispers as they sat and watched the preparation continue.

"Lord Larry Harold, I must appreciate you once again for agreeing to marry my mom, Lady Helen Xanderson."

"It was all because of you that I was able to annihilate Sharon Xanderson and his stupid son, Max."

"Thank you once again for coming to my call."

Jeremy Xanderson's voice was laced with gratitude as he thanked his partner in crime, Lord Larry Harold.

"What are friends for?"

"I'm just so sorry that Lady Helen Xanderson had to die that night too…I'm deeply sorry."

"Oh forget it, she died due to a heart attack from the assassination we staged against my sister and her son."

"It's all for the best…if that hadn't happened maybe Sharon and his son Max would still be alive and would have full claim over the most powerful financial conglomerate in the country, the Xanderson's Global Group."

Jeremy Xanderson's voice was laced with relief as he spoke and stared at the dancers on the stage.

"Oh, the grand general is going to be impressed with us."

"He sure would."

Lord Larry Harold added as they smiled gleefully.

Just then the door immediately gave way with a loud thump and crashed into the hall causing everyone to shudder in trepidation.

One of the Xanderson's henchmen walked through the door slowly, he had a jack-knife sticking out of his forehead.

Walking towards Jeremy Xanderson he fell into his arms.

"Max…Max is…"

He couldn't finish his last words before he died.

Everyone stared at the door as trepidation and anxiety reeked all over them.

Max Xanderson immediately walked through the door slowly, he dragged the same Katana his uncle used to stab his mom on the floor slowly.

"What the hell!"

Lord Larry Harold yelled as he immediately stared at Jeremy Xanderson.

"I thought you said, Max Xanderson was dead?"

His voice was laced with fear as they all watched Max Xanderson walk closer.