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.

settling dust, he remembered staring at

inside him at

throbbing pain shot through him, unsure which part was his

viciously stomped on every patch of white. Even now, the soles

could he search? Was he supposed to bring the broken pieces

vision darkening, his body

settling on the ominous threat of a

me? Vivienne is the thief, Dad! Instead of lecturing me, you should be leading a search

even if she were found, the chances

he subconsciously concealed the truth. His feet planted firmly on the ground, his hands at his sides shaking uncontrollably, "Dad, I was

to teach me how

sharp crack sounded

something to say, speak up. You're about to smash all the vases in

voice was

that if he were in front of Oliver, the vase would surely

brains left when she had you! How did she manage to

Oliver was no match for Jasper. He only had

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

Vivienne!

vindictive little creature

a blatant provocation

matters worse, he couldn't find any

blame. None of this would have happened if he hadn't meddled. How could it have led

finding words to refute. Or rather, he didn't dare

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