Chapter 1316 Chapter 1316: Left-handed? Denby's brows knitted together as he sifted through his memories, trying to recall anyone he knew who was left- handed.
Just then, a sharp screech tore through the air. Denby's head snapped up, his gaze locking onto the approaching car. His eyes widened in an instant.
Elton. As the younger man stepped out of the vehicle, a long-buried memory surfaced in Denby's mind.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtYears ago, Elton and Alvina had been put through rigorous drills together. Elton's natural inclination had always been to use his left hand. But Alvina had advised him to train with his right, to avoid leaving behind identifiable traces-a necessity for carrying out missions.
For years, Elton had adapted, disguising his natural tendency. But at his core, he was left-handed.
The realization crashed over Denby like a tidal wave. The person responsible for Alvina's death... The one who had tried to take down Madisyn and Andrew... It was Elton.
"Commander Thatcher, are you okay? Who are they?" Elton strode closer, his eyes gleaming with a predatory glint as he sized up the men before Denby.
The men missed the veiled ruthlessness in Elton's gaze, but Denby caught it instantly. Having watched the young man grow up, he knew every nuance of Elton's expressions.
In that moment, the truth struck Denby like a thunderbolt-Elton was the puppeteer behind it all.
Ice-cold realization crept down his spine as years of investigation crystallized into a bitter truth: the enemy he'd hunted for so long had been right under his nose. The shocking betrayal sent daggers of pain shooting through his skull.
"Commander Thatcher, what's wrong?" The men failed to recognize Elton as the mysterious person who contacted them, seeing him only as Denby's subordinate. Seeing Denby suddenly clutch his head, they were concerned.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmgalnovsoffers tales worth telling Elton's attention snapped to Denby, and he noticed Denby's pained expression. As Denby's driver approached, something dangerous flickered in Elton's eyes. He whirled around, his voice sharp as a blade.
"You guys are really bold. How dare you openly attack Commander Thatcher! Where's the security team? Arrest these people now!" When the men had halted Denby's car earlier, they had insisted on a private word. So Denby's security detail stood vigilant by the vehicle, and his driver only approached when he spotted Elton, eager to brief him on the situation.
But Denby's sudden distress, coupled with Elton's commanding outcry, sent both driver and guards rushing forward in an instant.
The men sensed danger closing in.
Their attempt to flee, fee ctoo late- Elton had already moved to block En their escape.
Fighting through his splitting headache, Denby watched helplessly as his security team, deceived byn Elton's performance, forcefully subdued the informants. The circumstances left him powerless to intervene. With his trust in Elton shattered, only one nechoed in Denby's mind: Madisyn.
He fumbled for his phone, managed to dial her number, but darkness claimed him before he could finish speaking. The phone slipped from his grasp as consciousness fled.