Chapter 12 I’m Your Father!

“Watch out! Hide!” With that, the group hurriedly hid in the dark corners.

Kingsley pulled a silent pistol out from his waist, slowly pointing it at a shadowy area not far from them.

To that, Hades whispered, “Someone’s in the shadows.”

Both sides stood off silently, none daring to come out into the light first.

Thus, Kingsley closed his eyes and focused on listening to his surroundings…

There were six different breathings on the second floor: his, Hades’, two Group 4 soldiers’, Boris’, and the hidden figure across from them.

With closed eyes, Kingsley tilted his head slightly as he listened to the somewhat erratic breathing coming from across them.

The next second, he pulled the trigger, and Bam! The figure fell to the ground, having no chance to even fight back.

“Who goes there!?” Boris spoke in Sweoyan upon hearing noises outside. “Is it you, Abegg?”

However, what responded to him was a kick on the door. “Speak Qustian!” Kingsley ordered.

Appalled by the four strangers barging in, Boris shot up from his chair and spoke in a broken Qustian. “Who are you people? How dare you trespass?!”

Kingsley smirked in response. “I’m your father!”

turned to his men. “Tie

a desk drawer, but just as he was about to open it, Hades appeared by his side and

so secure that there was no way he

drawer and pulled out a pistol. “Ares, a

it. Bring

Andrew Kean’s teacher!” Boris shouted at the top of his lungs. “I am an ambassador of

cold, Hades went back out into the corridor to clean

with a fainted Boris and a dead Abegg, where Group

2 reconnected the surveillance, returning everything to

like that, this half an hour would forever become

and the guys head back first. Keep Boris alive.

thing. Find out

land still belonged to the Nicholson Family, and he must reconstruct the manor there

was only five when his parents were murdered. So all he could vaguely remember was that his house was massive, and it

 

Cleapolis now was completely different from how it was a couple of decades ago. Not even Grandpa Joe could tell where exactly the Nicholson Manor might be. Thus, he could only ask his men to

“Yes, Ares!”

Coliree Group, while Kingsley hailed a cab back to Neveah’s parking lot, heading back to Reene’s mansion in

it was already past three. A whole day of ‘adventure’ got him pooped, and he fell right asleep as soon as he hit the

high up in the air the following

“F*cking sh*t!”

staring right at him from less

up, shrieking, “Serena,

has gotten more and more good-looking. I’m beginning to doubt

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