My Love Until the Last Goodbye by Alut

Chapter 0933

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“Mr. Moriarty, do you remember asking us to keep an eye on young Sebastian?” Anthony Moriarty’s assistant inquired.

“Yes. What about him?” Moriarty asked, his expression already showing irritation.

“We detected some… unusual activity on his computer,” the assistant said, sounding nervous.

“What kind of activity?” Moriarty’s patience was thin–he hated when people beat around the bush.

“He’s been searching for Frank Levett. He did it through the dark web…” The assistant finally spilled the information, knowing full well his boss wouldn’t be pleased.

“And?” Moriarty’s response took him by surprise.

“Well… he found him,” the assistant said worriedly.

“That little brat… What the hell does he want?” Moriarty muttered as he stood up from his desk.

“Revenge… don’t you think?” the assistant offered, trying to make sense of it all.

“That damn Frank Levett just won’t die in peace,” the judge muttered, staring out the window.

the garden. He knew perfectly well that his wife had grown fond of the boy. Not that he was someone easy to forget–Moriarty himself sometimes forgot about him. But his wife spoke with Sebastian every day, fully embracing her role as his big sister. If something happened to

us to do?” the

can’t make it. Then go to that damn nursing home and move Frank out. If Sebastian found him, I have no choice.

he’ll

sometimes I want to strangle

only one, besides your wife, who dares to challenge you. If you think about it, he could be a worthy

out of your mind? That brat will never be like a son to me! In fact, the farther he stays from me, the better.”

just shook his head. He knew the truth. Judge Moriarty, in his own way, did care about the boy. And it went both ways–Sebastian acted like he hated him,

his own reasons, but they had nothing to do with money or personal gain. He had sought justice–and

him under your

changed his major… I still haven’t

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on the right path. Something tells me that,

brat can’t even

Anthony Moriarty was good at, it was controlling his emotions. He could flash a smile while

make sure Frank Levett is moved by tonight,” the assistant confirmed.

“Good. No mistakes.”

window. His wife must have sensed his gaze because she looked up and waved at him from the garden, blowing him a kiss. He smirked, faking a smile, and blew a kiss

side. Deep down, he was a good man. And as much as he wouldn’t admit it,