Chapter 102
Author: Poen Konnet
last update2025-07-26 17:38:12

The man who tilted Logan’s chin with a callous smirk was no other than Joan Brooks—his father’s immediate younger brother.

A man who had spent his entire life consumed by resentment and jealousy.

Joan had always lived in the shadow of Logan’s father. It got worse when he found out that Curtis, Logan's father, was entrusted with the Brooks family heirloom—something Joan had believed was rightfully his.

“Look what the gods dragged in,” Joan spat, stepping back and wiping his hand as though touching Logan had defiled him.

“The bastard son of a thief! Your father thought he was better than me, fool, but I'd make sure he gets six feet under. And you—you just helped me find the path to wipe your entire cursed bloodline off the earth!"

He raised his boot and kicked Logan hard in the ribs, making him grunt and roll slightly on the ground.

The other men standing around him laughed, their cruel jeers echoing through the dark mouth of the underground cave.

Logan’s arms were bound behind him
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