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!”

turned to his

he 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

so secure that there was no way he

the two soldiers went up to the drawer and pulled out a pistol. “Ares, a pistol,” he

it. Bring it

at the top of his lungs. “I am an ambassador of the academic exchanges between Sweoya and Qustia!

into the corridor to clean up

the neighborhood gates with a fainted Boris and a dead Abegg, where Group 3 immediately took

the surveillance, returning everything

hour would

the guys head back first. Keep Boris alive. I’ll question him

pause, Kingsley added, “Oh, one more thing. Find out the address

the land still belonged to the Nicholson Family, and he must reconstruct the manor there to console

all he could vaguely remember was that his house was massive,

 

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!”

a cab back to Neveah’s parking lot, heading back to Reene’s mansion in his

‘adventure’ got him pooped, and he fell right asleep as

risen high up in the air the following morning, Kingsley stretched and opened his bleary

“F*cking sh*t!”

pair of gorgeous eyes were staring right at him from less than

Kingsley shot right up, shrieking,

little Kingsley sure has gotten more and more good-looking.

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