Chapter 6
Author: Aster_Pheonix
last update2024-04-16 07:07:08

Chris had a sullen expression on his face as he exited the premises of the Carter family villa. He was waiting to get a cab to drive him out of the estate when the vibration and sound of his cellphone ringing in his pocket attracted his attention.

He casually dipped his hand inside his pocket to pull out the cellphone, still sulking about the scenario that occurred inside the Carter villa. However, his thoughts instantly switched as soon as he glanced at the number calling him.

Chris’s gaze narrowed as he intently fixed his eyes on the phone screen. This was the last number he expected to call him at this time.

The phone number was an exclusive private number that belonged to only one person and Chris didn’t need to guess who that person was since it was none other than his master and the man who raised him from childhood, James Wade.

Without further delay, he picked up the call. “I thought we agreed that you were never going to contact me." He confronted the caller as soon as he placed the phone in his ear. His voice was now very cold.

‘I don't remember saying that I would never call. I just told you not to expect my call,” James retorted wittingly.

Chris was unable to provide an argument because James' words were indeed true.

“Why are you calling me now?.....I can't help but feel very uncomfortable about having a conversation with you at the moment." Chris queried straightforwardly.

“You catch on real quick boy.” James laughed before he continued speaking. “I heard the White family finally approach you," James asked.

Chris' eyes widened in shock. He wasn't surprised that James had already found out about his encounter with Elias which occurred a few hours ago. After all, James was the leader of the world's most formidable private mercenary organization.

However, he was flustered that he was unable to sense anyone spying on him

“It seems like my skills have become a bit rusty that I couldn't tell that you have been spying on me," he remarked.

“No, I wasn’t spying on you. It would have been a pointless effort anyway. I was able to find out about it only because your father contacted me.” James confessed.

Chris received another shock as soon as he heard James' response. His eyes furrowed deeply forming a deep frown on his face and he questioned James in a hoarse voice.

“What did you just say?!..... Don't tell me that you two have been in contact all along? ”

“Calm down, boy. I know what you're thinking but I can assure you that it's nothing like that. “ James hurriedly explained knowing fully well that Chris would be feeling outraged at the moment.

“What were you expecting?” Chris snapped impatiently.

“I’m in Brooklyn now. I'll send you an address so come find me. I'll explain everything to you when you get here.”

“Fine, I'll be there right away and you better have a reasonable explanation prepared.” Chris deadpanned before hanging up the call.

Currently, he was in a state of disbelief and confused about why both his master and father were in contact.

No, that wasn't the important question at this point. Chris was much more curious about understanding how Charles White, his father and current patriarch of the white family knew about his relationship with James.

The white family might be very influential but Olympus was also a very classified organization which was impossible to infiltrate.

Chris was starting to think that he had been fooled all along.

After being thrown out of the White family at the age of fifteen and being homeless, It was James who had taken him in and prevented him from living on the streets. Hence, he didn't want to start entertaining thoughts of being betrayed by the man that had literally raised, trained, educated and treated him like a son.

He took a cab after getting the text from James that contained the address.

*******

It took Chris no longer than thirty minutes to arrive at his destination which was a luxurious restaurant. As soon as he entered the building he caught sight of a familiar figure sitting at a secluded table inside the restaurant.

Without hesitation, he walked towards the table and occupied one of the empty seats at the table.

“Start talking now.” Chris demanded in a commanding tone.

“Impudent brat! Shouldn't you at least greet your master who traveled a long distance for the sake of his unfilial student?'' James muttered, his voice filled with sadness.

“I'm really not in the mood for such pleasantries. You know how much I hate the White family so stop messing around with me.”

"That's why I was surprised you refused to go back. Isn't this a good opportunity for you to take everything they own?"

A ugly frown appeared on Chris' face. He was disgusted by the idea of being a member of the White family again.”I have no interest in the affairs of that family and neither do I want to meddle in it.”

James chuckled and placed a slice of the steak he had ordered in his mouth and chewed the meat before giving a response to Chris.

“Apparently, it turns out that Charles has never thought the same and hopes that you return back to the family.”

“When did you make contact with my father and why did you keep it away from me until now?” Chris questioned interrogatively, staring intently at James.

“Have you ever wondered why I specifically approached you?!.... As a top high ranking member of Olympus you clearly know that we don't easily bring in outsiders but I did so anyway," James stated and sipped his wine this time around.

“What are you insinuating?” Chris asked.

“What I'm telling you is that I did everything because your father begged me to do so. His position in the White family was unstable at that time and getting rid of his weakness was the only way to protect you.” James casually revealed in a casual manner. “Although, I still wouldn't have done it even if he begged me a thousand times over but my conscience couldn't let me abandon you on the streets. Still, it doesn't change the fact that your father cared about you more than you know.”

Chris was astounded and his body felt stiff as if a bucket of cold water was poured all over him.

All these years he held a deep grudge for the White family, especially his father, only to finally realize that he had misjudged a lot of things.

The shadow of a figure suddenly covered the table while Chris was still lost in his deep thoughts. He looked up at the face standing next to the table and was surprised to find Elias. “You, what are you doing here?"

“I invited him to come over,” James responded even before Elias could speak. “ Christian, You have to return back to the White household because your father needs you the most now.” he added, trying to cajole Chris in order to urge him to chase his mind.

At this point, Chris was very hesitant to give a response because he just couldn't return to Washington DC where the White estate was situated and abandon Eva, his wife.

It was difficult to ask her to come along with him because he hadn't thought of a way to explain he was a member of the White Family.

Aside from that, there were still other problems that needed serious consideration.

This was truly a dilemma,

“I can’t go back now even if I wanted to." Chris said.

"And why is that?...There shouldn't be anything stopping you."

Chris rolled his eyes at James. "Whose idea was it that I got married in the first place?...Are you expecting to abandon my wife and just disappear without an explanation?"

"And I clearly remembered how much you were against the idea at that time but I guess you've finally grown some affection for that child." James teased. "It seems like I lost the bet with Catherine."

Chris shrugged. "It happens."

"Bring her along then." James suggested straightforwardly.

"You make it sound like it's supposed to be easy. How do you propose I explain to her?. Moreover, she might be put in danger if she joins the White family now."

"Secondly, I haven't fully recovered from that injury. I'm still being targeted so I'll also put myself in danger since I would also be exposed if I return to the White family now."

Chris stated as he wasn't willing to risk his safety and that of Eva for the sake of helping the White family.

"Master Chris, I understand your worries and I shall relay them to the Patriarch. This matter isn't beyond the control of the White family so I'm sure that we can come up with a solution by the end of the day."

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