Chapter 1849

Andrew narrowed his eyes. "You said there's trouble around you, Mr. Thornton? What kind of trouble?"

Jerome let out a cold snort. "Some people in the Southern Martial Union think I've held the position for too long. They're getting impatient, and I think you know exactly what that means. To be honest, even though all the evidence points to the Eastonians being responsible for my poisoning, I know for a fact that someone else is behind it."

Andrew's unease, which had been quietly simmering, surged to the surface. "Do you have any idea who it is?"

Jerome's expression turned icy. "I have a good guess. But right now, I don't have any concrete evidence yet. Still, it doesn't matter. These people aren't capable of flipping things around just yet. I am still more than enough to handle these rats in the dark."

Andrew suddenly recalled something and gave a light laugh. "I believe that. It's clear everything's under your control. No wonder I was questioned by a martial king when I arrived earlier. Looks like you've got high-level protection all around."

Jerome paused. "A martial king questioned you? At the entrance of the main hall?"

Andrew nodded. "Exactly. There was a martial king guarding the front gate personally."

Jerome's face shifted instantly, his voice rising in alarm. "Dr. Lloyd! Did you recognize him? Can you describe him?"

Andrew immediately sensed something was off from the seriousness in Jerome's eyes. As the image resurfaced in his mind, he quickly shared the details. "He was a short old man. Oh, and he had a red ribbon tied around his sleeve!"

Red..." Jerome repeated it softly under his breath, then suddenly gasped

is bad. That's the Fischer family's elite guard! They've already made their move! Dr. Lloyd, go! Use the back exit and get

shoved Andrew toward the rear just as he shouted urgently. Just then,

doors blew apart as a wave of raw energy surged in like a storm

of danger gripped him, one he rarely ever felt. And whenever he did, it meant only one thing: this

seconds, Andrew

least two martial saints had already locked down Jerome's private chamber, forming a net that could not

He had not expected the situation

sucked into this storm.

we're completely surrounded," Andrew said with a bitter smile, knowing

no intention

anyway. After learning about

past connection with Reginald and how he had traveled north to

years ago,

hove

not

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