As the butler deliberated on the best response to appease Asher, a man hurriedly approached from the side, clutching a smartphone. "Young Master, it's the Boss on the phone."

Asher's pupils shrank, his breath coming in strained gasps. He swallowed hard, his hand trembling as he picked up the incessantly vibrating phone. The second he pressed the answer button, Oliver's furious roar blasted clearly into everyone's ears. "You bloody fool! What have you done?"

"I, I, I just wanted to capture Vivienne back. Dad, I..."

A man in his thirties, Asher believed he hadn't felt this cloak of fear enveloping his heart since reaching adulthood, leaving him stammering, devoid of any spirit to fight back. Even guilt crept in. "Capture Vivienne, huh? Great, just great..." Oliver was panting heavily over the phone, and faintly, the soothing voice of a woman could be heard.

The sound of porcelain shattering clattered in his ears, and it was about five minutes later that Oliver, through gritted teeth and with venom in his voice, said, "Asher, have you lost your damn mind? A girl with no title, no status, and you're squabbling with her? You, get your ass back here now! Look at the mess you've made; how did I ever sire such a disappointment?"

Asher's heart skipped a beat. "Dad, what on earth happened? What did Vivienne do?"

"What did she do?" Oliver scoffed. "The Grimshaw family crypt has been desecrated, you tell me what happened? Asher, I'm telling you! You better pray your mother's urn can be found. Otherwise, forget about being the heir to this family!"

A chill ran through Asher.

Found?

Where could he possibly search?

The sound of the white porcelain urn shattering seemed to echo once again in his ears.

the settling dust, he remembered staring

welled up inside him

the white ashes mixed with the dirt, a throbbing pain shot through him, unsure which part was

white. Even now, the soles of

he search? Was he supposed to

staggered, his vision darkening, his body

seemed distant, then close, finally settling

snapped back from fear, "What's the use of blaming me? Vivienne is the thief, Dad!

found, the chances of retrieving the stolen items

uncontrollably, "Dad, I was just worried Gavin would be

do I need you to

sharp crack sounded

speak up. You're about to smash all the vases in the house at

was soothing to the

in front of Oliver, the vase would surely

left when she had you! How did she manage to give birth to such a towering idiot without a shred of sense? Wasn't last time embarrassing enough for you? You want to see

was no match for Jasper. He only had the numbers to overwhelm Jasper

time for a fallout with the Perez family over a deceased relative. Yet the thought of the gaping hole in the

Vivienne!

vindictive little creature

provocation

worse, he couldn't find any evidence to take

have happened if he hadn't meddled.

to refute. Or rather, he didn't dare

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