Chapter 775:

Lowering his voice to a near whisper, Neil leaned in close, his eyes narrowing as he delivered a set of instructions to his two sons. “You both understand?” he asked, his gaze sharp enough to cut through steel.

Derek and Foley nodded in unison, the perfect picture of obedient sons.

But behind their silent agreement, wheels were turning. Each of them was running their own game, with no intention of sticking to their father’s plan. Not entirely, anyway.

Neil was less of a father and more of a ruthless opportunist. This was a man who wouldn’t blink twice before sacrificing his own kin if it meant he could get ahead. Derek and Foley knew better than to trust in some romantic notion of fatherly love.

Respect? Sure. But it was respect driven by fear, not affection.

Of course, Neil wasn’t blind to his sons’ thoughts. He could practically see the gears turning in their heads, but it didn’t bother him. He could keep the two in line as long as he held the reins of power. He liked having them dance to his tune, even if they were secretly plotting their own solos.

With Aelfric’s fall from the position of deputy chief instructor of the Doomsday Base and Everett Brock’s rise as the new head of the Brock family, the dynamics among their three families began to shift—subtle but unmistakable.

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Back when Aelfric was still on top, and Derek was engaged to Aelfric’s sister, Neil had shown more favor towards Derek. He was the golden boy with all the right connections.

the rise, Foley—the one married to Everett’s sister Della—was suddenly the son with

change in attitude wasn’t lost on his sons. His recent instructions were overflowing with favoritism, now leaning heavily

on it. It didn’t take a genius to see

father. It was driving a wedge deeper between

had started out as the underdog, the poor farm boy who had just returned to the Daniels family. Foley used to look down on him with a

Derek got engaged to Melinda, with Aelfric’s backing giving him a substantial

again. Derek’s edge was dulling, and Foley’s

was on the wall: his days of being the

He kept his head down, emotions

oblivious to the tension simmering beneath their respectful nods. “Alright, since you both know what to do, get

made a show of deference, nodding as they turned on their heels and left, each already

authority Neil wore slipped a bit. His steps were slow and deliberate as he walked forward,

teaming up with him against Connor—was crumbling faster than he could

if Aelfric could get Lambert on their side, they might have a shot at taking down Connor. But Neil couldn’t shake the icy fear that dealing with Lambert was like making a pact with

in his wake. As for the cost of using that kind

to someone he hadn’t thought about in years—a shadowy

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