Chapter 646

In the quaint town of Elmsworth, autumn had painted the leaves with fiery hues and the crisp wind had begun to whisper of the coming winter.

Cassius had been absent from his home for three days straight, cloistered within the sanctity of the local church, praying and confessing before the Lord.

What sins weighed so heavily on his soul?

Was it his past, darkened by the time when he had been the voice of a notorious underground syndicate?

Or was he confessing a heart that had dared to love where it should not, his affections falling upon someone forbidden?

On the fourth day, Cassius found himself drawn as if by a spectral force, wandering as though in a trance to the decaying Bright family manor.

He knew that young Chasel had no other refuge, no other home, but this decaying symbol of a once great dynasty.

His concern had overwhelmed his resolve to stay away, and so he had come.

that with his past, he could only stand watch, a silent guardian to the

with the tormented soul of Thaddeus, who had once braved the tempest outside the gates of Silverlake Harbor, all

bile churning within, rising up to choke the throat

procession of luxury cars glided up to the manor, stopping with a sense of

a tall, imposing middle–aged man as he stepped out, impeccably dressed in a suit. Cassius recognized him immediately as the current head of Bright Biopharmacy,

be weary from your journey,” Warner greeted,

curtly, his expression stoic, “Where is Chasel?”

this time. Not only did he disregard our family’s code,

“We shall see who panders to whom in

Emeric’s health has taken a turn for the worse, barely clinging to life. That’s why Aunt Suri was so desperate to seek our family’s aid. I doubt Emeric has much time left. Once he’s gone,

about the Ashbournes before.

forming on his brow, “Of course not! They wouldn’t dare touch

about to enter the house, Warner felt a shiver

it?” Zachary inquired.

there’s a man dressed like a priest or minister, staring this way. It’s quite

hadn’t recognized Cassius‘

glanced back, but the

did he go? He was

Make sure to rest,” Zachary advised before stepping

was left to his thoughts.

from his “cage” and

estate had gathered, a sea of

leisurely sipping tea on a fine chair, his elder brother standing at

in

walls lay the modern world, yet within the confines of this grand

luxurious life in the

with

the fall of empires. Even presidents

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