The rook was silent for a few seconds and then Juliet's boyfriend, Mike, glared at, "What did you just say?" He asked furiously.
Bryan wasn't intimidated by his cold glare or tone, "I said the ring is fake, that's not an emerald stone," he replied confidently.
"Who brought this thing in here?" Aunt Mae asked, butting in as she noticed that Bryan had somehow gotten attention at the table. "How would you know what stone is fake or real? You're a retard!" She spat.
"There's only one way to find out, let me do the test and prove it to everyone," he said.
Aunt Mae sneered at him and then turned to Freya and Claire, "This is all your fault! You brought this madman from the asylum where he ought to be and invited him here!" She said angrily, "Isn't it enough that you are a disgrace to this family? You also brought a madman to your grandmother's birthday?"
Freya immediately tried to grab Bryan and push him out of the party, she was fed up with being ridiculed by her family and he only made it worse. "Get out of here, Bryan, I didn't invite you here!" She snapped.
Claire was trying to shush her mother but she snapped at her, "Get your retard husband out of this place! He's been nothing but a nuisance to this family! He's brought us so much shame since you married him!" She snapped, "He can't even take care of himself, he's the reason we are in this penniless situation and now he's here bragging about knowing authentic emerald stones! Pathetic!"
"Mum, maybe Bryan knows what he's saying, we should allow him to check the ring out," Claire replied meekly.
Aunt Mae turned to her with a nasty scowl on her face. "How dare you! Are you trying to say that my son-in-law bought a fake gift for grandmother?" She snapped. Claire shook her head, moving back an inch.
"That's enough, get out of here, Bryan, I've had enough of this. Stop bringing us shame!" Freya snapped angrily.
Bryan didn't respond to her hateful insults, he simply walked to Grandmother and asked politely if he could check the authenticity of the stone for her. Mike stepped in front of him at once. "No, she won't! Get out of here, no one invited you," he ordered, pointing to the door like he was talking to a dog and not a man.
"He's mentally unstable, he's a madman! He doesn't know anything about jewelry, just look at what his wife bought for grandmother!" Juliet snapped, coming to her boyfriend's defense at once.
Grandmother looked at the stone in her hands, she liked it but she was interested in finding out if it was real or fake. She looked at Bryan and asked, "Can you tell if it's fake?"
"Grandmother, of course, he can't! Don't you remember that Bryan is a madman? Claire just brought him here to ruin your birthday, send him off, please," Mike said softly.
Juliet confronted Claire immediately, "Why don't you put your mentally unstable husband in his place? Huh? Is he done with his treatment at the rehab?" She snapped. Then she turned to grandmother and pouted. "This madman is just here to ruin your perfect birthday, he's trying to destroy your ring, don't let him do that."
Aunt Mae was already persuading Grandmother to send Bryan out of the house. "There's no way he has any idea about rings and emeralds, he's just a poor thing who can't even take care of his wife and her family," she stated with a scornful look.
Bryan moved to the servant who stood with a tray of wine and some glasses. He quickly grabbed a glass and poured in oil from the table. "If this emerald is real then we'll find out," Bryan said with a smirk. Mike bared his teeth at him, trying to snatch the glass from his hands. "Why are you so afraid, if this is real then a simple experiment to prove that wouldn't hurt, would it?" Bryan asked.
Mike noticed that everyone was staring at him oddly, he was beginning to look desperate, like he didn't want the experiment to happen. Juliet noticed that her boyfriend was nervous too but there was nothing she could do. Everyone looked interested in finding out if the ring was real or not - including Grandmother.
Bryan picked up the ring from Grandmother and dipped it in the oil. For a few seconds, nothing happened and Mike laughed loudly. "I said it! This retard is just trying to ruin a good party," he said with a smile and then smirked at Bryan, "You've only succeeded in disgracing yourself, Bryan," he spat.
Juliet smiled widely and kissed Mike on the cheek again, "I knew you would only get the best for my grandmother," she said sweetly.
But Mike soon realized that he'd been humiliated too soon. Everyone stared in fascination as they realized that the emerald ring began to discolor in the oil. "Oh my God, he was right!" Someone said loudly.
Grandmother turned to the ring and her jaw dropped. It was a fake. Juliet stepped back, ashamed. Aunt Mae couldn't say a word. Mike had to save face so he took the glass from Bryan hurriedly, grabbing the ring and trying to wipe it clean. "Why are you trying to ruin the ring? We all saw it's real," he snapped.
"How can I possibly ruin what is fake? You bought a fake ring for grandmother, admit it," Bryan retorted. Mike sneered at him, "That's impossible, I got the ring myself from a prestigious jeweler and there's no wa__" he began to say in defense but grandfather shook his head in disappointment.
"Bryan is right, the emerald stone is fake. The density of the stone ought to be lesser than that of oil," he stated. "You brought a fake stone, Mike."

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Chapter hundred twenty nine
When he arrived at Freda's house, he could hear raised voices from inside. He stormed in to find Claire and Freda in a heated argument."Get out of here, Bryan," Freda snapped. "This is between me and my daughter."Bryan stood his ground. "I know everything, Freda. There's no need to hide it anymore."Claire turned to him, eyes wide with shock and fear. "Bryan, please don't bring it up. If Grandfather Maxwell finds out what I've done..."Bryan took a deep breath, his resolve strengthening. "I'll confront the situation, Claire."Freda laughed derisively, her voice dripping with contempt. "You think you can convince Maxwell to forgive her? She’ll always be under my control."Bryan's eyes blazed with determination. "We'll see about that at the family gathering this weekend."Freda's expression turned from contempt to anger. "You have no idea what you're dealing with, Bryan. Claire made her choices, and now she has to live with them."Bryan stepped closer, his voice low and fierce. "She m
Chapter hundred twenty eight
That night, Bryan woke up with a jerk. The cold sweat on his forehead same as the ice creeping down his spine. He had just had the weirdest dream. Or was it a dream? He couldn't tell. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, feeling the cool wooden floor beneath his feet. He needed water, something to qunwch his dry throat that felt like parchment paper. Yawning, he padded softly with bare feet to the kitchen, he moved through the darkened hallway, the silence of the night making his soft footfalls resound. The house was as dark as his thoughts. Speaking of thoughts, Bryan hadn't been able to keep his mind blank since the incident with Jenkins. Neither had he been able to wrap his head around all that the old man had told him. But somehow it made perfect sense. The odd stares, the way his aunt hated him but somehow loved his brother, it all made sense somehow. As he reached the kitchen, he flipped on the light and blinked against the sudden brightness. He headed for the cabinet
Chapter hundred twenty seven
Bryan drove like the devil was on his tail, arriving at the classic bar Jenkins had picked out for their meeting. It was a beautiful garden bar just outside of town. As Bryan killed the engine, he pulled on his coat and baseball cap, trying his best at disguise before stepping into the place.**The garden bar was indeed a fitting spot for Jenkins, considering his love for flowers. Just as Bryan looked to the left, he saw the old man's hand guiding him to a corner table. Bryan walked over and shook his head in disbelief."I was hoping you only sounded different, but you look different too," Bryan said.Jenkins was dressed in a thick fur coat and a hat. He nursed a cup of coffee with his gloved hands."Sit down, boy. I have to be quick," Jenkins said.Bryan noticed that gone was Jenkins' stammering and broken words. He spoke fluently now, almost as if nothing had ever been wrong with him. Bryan sat down, looking at him curiously."You're running out of time. Your brother and uncle have
Chapter hundred twenty seven
Bryan staggered back a little, struggling to process the jarring change in Jenkins’ voice. The old man he had known was frail, his voice barely rising above a whisper. Yet, the voice on the phone now was strong and assertive, unrecognizable as Jenkins'. He glanced around, half-expecting to see the old man materialize in front of him, but there was nothing—just the lingering sound of his own breathing and the hum of the city around him."Jenkins?" Bryan asked again, his voice edged with uncertainty. He wanted to be sure he wasn’t speaking to someone else, someone who had somehow gotten hold of Jenkins’ phone. His skepticism was palpable, though he hoped it wasn’t the case.“It’s me, Bryan. You said I should call you right? You did give me your card,” the voice on the line said. Bryan could almost hear the confidence emanating from the speaker. It was a tone of authority that starkly contrasted with the frailty he had grown accustomed to.“You sound different,” Bryan said, his laugh com
Chapter hundred twenty six
After a few minutes of driving through the busy streets of the city, he went easy on the brakes as he turned to the quiet suburban area. Peterson was always one for his space and privacy and perhaps one could say that he was the most secretive member of the team. When he arrived at Peterson's place, he met with his son, Chad just as he rang the doorbell and the maid allowed him in. “Hey, boy." Bryan said as he stepped into the house. Chad looked at him oddly and then for a second, recognition flashed in his eyes and he stepped aside. “Mr Bryan," he said with a thin voice. Bryan gave him a slight nod and moved into the living room, taking the plush seat that he was offered. “We weren't expecting such an important guest," Chad said with a smile that was obviously as fake as the Picasso painting on the wall. “I never planned to pay the visit either,” Bryan replied. Chad was eager to show him around and also asked to serve him breakfast and a cup of coffee. But Bryan was already gett
Chapter hundred twenty five
Bryan quickly tried to regain composure from the information that had just shaken him. If someone else was the supreme warlord, then it meant that the council had convened to terminate his own title and somehow found someone else worthy of such ordination. "Last time I checked, there was no one who could even compete with me. No one was worth being the supreme master, talk more of the supreme warlord. Had they suddenly dropped their standard?" He asked out loud but to no one in particular.He couldn't believe it. He was the best, the greatest, the supreme. No one could match his skills, his strategy, his leadership. He was the one who had been chosen, who had been destined for greatness.Who could even replace him? Who was worthy of such a title, the supreme warlord? Bryan snickered, wondering who could even stand behind him, he was second to none. There was no one he could think of that was even half the man he was. All his generals needed a lesson on night and courage. They couldn't
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