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.

only stand watch, a silent guardian

who had once braved the tempest outside the gates of Silverlake Harbor,

within, rising up to choke the throat with a bitterness that

glided up

man as he stepped out, impeccably dressed in a suit. Cassius recognized him immediately as the current head of Bright Biopharmacy, Suri’s older brother,

weary from your journey,” Warner greeted, bowing with an air of

expression stoic,

did he disregard our family’s code,

into a frosty smirk. “We shall see who panders to whom in the end,” he said ominously.

fueled by spite, “Word has it that 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, the Ashbourne fortune will crumble, and we’ll see how high and mighty they can act then!”

“You never seemed this bitter about the Ashbournes before. Did they

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

the house, Warner felt a shiver down his

it?” Zachary

man dressed like a priest or minister, staring this way. It’s quite unsettling in the dead of

hadn’t

glanced back, but the street

he go?

working hard. Make sure to rest,” Zachary

was left to

“cage” and brought into the grand courtyard.

of the Bright estate had gathered, a sea of expectant

proud at the center, Chasel faced his father, leisurely sipping tea on a fine chair, his

discomfort churned in his stomach.

lay the modern world, yet within the confines of this grand estate, archaic traditions

abandoning her luxurious life in the Bright household. But now, his heart yearned to

Zachary with icy

defiant, the hint of a smile at his lips, “Father, it’s been years since the fall of empires. Even presidents aren’t greeted with kneeling anymore. Perhaps it’s time

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