NovelEnglishChapter 1808
Moss words struck Zayden like a thunderbolt, leaving him momentarily stunned.
After a while, he regained his composure and met Moss gaze with a smile.
Then you wont be able to return to Conata for the rest of your life.
Are you planning to imprison and torture me? Moss asked.
No.
Zayden shook his head, a cruel smile playing on his lips.
II make you vanish from this world permanently.
To Zaydens surprise, his threat elicited a laugh from Moss.
Moss stared at Zayden, his eyes cold. The only person who ever dared to threatenlike that was the woman |
loved most.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAfter her death, no one has had the courage to threaten me.
Im honored to hear that, Zayden replied, his calm demeanor unwavering.
Zayden then began to outline his plans and ideas, his words flowing with a mix of ambition and calculated
precision.
Moss, still bound to the chair, listened intently, a spark of interest in his eyes.
It had been a long tsince he had encountered someone who presented a real challenge, someone bold
enough to flaunt their intelligence before him.
Intrigued, he decided to play along.
As Zaydens monologue cto an end, Moss made his decision.
Alright, Ill cooperate with you, he said.
How refreshingly direct! Zayden laughed, moving to untie Moss himself .
The thick ropes fell to the floor, and Moss kicked them aside.
He turned to Zayden, his words low and measured as he laid out his conditions.
Without hesitation, Zayden asked someone to arrange for a place for Moss and then left two people with Moss as
his assistants.
After reaching an agreement with Moss, Zayden maneuvered his wheelchair out of the room and headed directly
to where Melon was being held.
Library The boy, having been given a special sedative concocted by Moss, remained unconscious.
As a precaution, Zayden had stationed two bodyguards in the room.
Leave.
Both of you, Zayden commanded.
The bodyguards bowed respectfully before exiting, leaving Zayden alone with the sleeping child. Melons face
was peaceful, and the hint of a smile on his lips suggested pleasant dreams.
He was blissfully unaware of the events that had transpired while he slept.
Zayden glared at the boy, hatred etched onto his face.
Logically, he had no reason to hate Melon beyond Melons identity as Holdens son.
However, the memory of his narrow escape from Holdens clutches burned bright in his mind.
Though he had survived, the incident had left him wheelchair-bound for the rest of his life.
The injury had changed everything.
Zaydens rage at Holden, the man responsible for his current state, knew no bounds.
He swore to get back at Holden.
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