Nicholas sat in the car. Even when the air-conditioning was blasting at the lowest temperature, he still
felt incredibly frustrated. He rubbed between his brows and felt his headache slightly soothed. Despite
that, the pang in his heart only grew more prominent.
The first day he went behind bars, he knew that he was no longer in the same world as Linda. He could
not take care of her for life—he could only look up at her, miss her, and die keeping her safe.
That was why he was alarmed and scared when he saw that she was involved with Marcus. He knew
what kind of person Marcus was all too well, and he would never let someone like him have the chance
to hurt her!
As long as someone was a threat to her, he would eliminate it disregarding the price he had to pay.
This was also why he kept picking on Marcus.
Today, however, he confirmed something in certainty—that man was not Marcus Grist!
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHis underling ended the call and turned to him with a grim look to say in a hushed tone, “N, news from
Centrolis says that… Marcus Grist isn’t dead yet!”
“Confirmed?” Nicholas was on guard. “He’s in Centrolis right now?”
“It’s true.”
Nicholas nodded and frowned. Then who was Cordelia’s husband?
From the looks of it now, Cordelia did not know that the person she had married was not Marcus. What
was the man planning?
Questions surfaced in Nicholas’ mind one after another. He felt like he had entered a maze and could
not find the exit, no matter what.
“N, since that guy isn’t Marcus, are we backing down?”
“That’d be good,” replied Nicholas. “We have no grudge against them. We should stop bothering them.
But have you found out who he is?”
“Uh…” His underling was troubled.
“Forget it!” Nicholas leaned back and closed his eyes, but his phone buzzed not too long later.
His underling passed the device to him. The screen showed Yale’s name, repulsing him.
Nicholas did not want to get involved with Yale, but he was not yet established in Jangasas. He could
not offend any forces easily. With the support of the Hamertons, he would be able to build himself up,
whether it was in Centrolis or Jangasas.
Nicholas heaved a long sigh and picked up the call just when the other end of the line was about to
lose his patience.
As expected, Yale complained the moment the line was connected, “What are you doing answering
after so long?! Do you f*cking want to die!?”
Nicholas was glowering, but he had to sound apologetic. “How can I help you, Mr. Yale?”
“I hear that the subordinates of the gang leaders you’ve wiped out in Jangasas came to you for
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmrevenge?”
“Positive.” Nicholas’ tone was unfazed. “But monkeys scatter when the tree falls. It’s a fact. They can’t
afford to avenge the grudge.”
“Hah…” Yale scoffed. “You’re pretty good!”
“You’ve flattered me.”
“Since you’re so capable, do something for me.”
Nicholas listened in silence.
Yale continued. “I want you to wipe someone out for me!”
“Are you kidding, Mr. Yale?” asked Nicholas flatly. “This is a lawful society. It’s not so easy to make
someone disappear.”
“It might not be easy to others, but it’s a walk in the park for you,” Yale said with a chuckle. “N, if you
accomplish this, I have nothing to say even if your club’s set up right next to Hamerton Manor! With
your territory set in Centrolis, success will come to you sooner or later!”