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!”

to his men. “Tie him

was in a compromising position, Boris turned to a desk drawer, but just as he was about to open it, Hades appeared by his side and tied his hands behind

there

to the drawer and pulled out a pistol. “Ares, a pistol,” he

it. Bring

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

out cold, Hades went back out into the corridor to clean up Abegg’s blood at the

a fainted Boris and a dead

Group 2 reconnected the surveillance, returning everything

hour

Keep Boris alive. I’ll question him

added, “Oh, one more thing.

the Nicholson Family, and he must

when his parents were murdered. So all he could vaguely remember was that his house was massive, and it was sectioned into five big areas. As for the address, he had lost it in his sea

 

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

“Yes, Ares!”

while Kingsley hailed a cab back

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

sun had risen high up in the air the following morning,

“F*cking sh*t!”

gorgeous eyes were staring right at him from

shot right up, shrieking, “Serena, what

sure has gotten more and more good-looking.

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