Sir Ares, Goodnight

The grand old master guessed that the mask must have been a gift Chloe left behind for the child.

He thought about how Chloe had managed to give birth to such an excellent child. She must have been a t peace and had no regrets when she left. A gratified smile appeared on the grand old master's face. When leaving Jay's room, Grand Old Master Yorks looked at the guard by the door and said with a long face, "Will the young master ever be in a good frame of mind if you lot stay around? He won't recover from his sickness if he's constantly in a bad mood. Scram out of here and guard from the outside."

The guards were a little hesitant. Jay had been hostile toward the Yorks' stronghold, and the grand old master was quick to warm up to him and acknowledge him as his own. However, it did not mean that Jay would be the same toward him.

What if Jay, who was incredibly lethal, hurt the old man right after they retreated?

The grand old master could read what they were thinking and gloomily said, "He's my daughter's son, and my daughter would never give birth to a selfcentered ingrate who doesn't acknowledge his own family. All of you disperse right this second."

The guards had no choice but to retreat.

That night, Grayson climbed to the peak with Ghost members and reached 48 Stronghold with much familiarity. After settling the guards outside in a hush-hush manner, he quickly infiltrated Jay's bedroom and carried him away.

Jay left the villa, the alarm system

running to Jay's room. Seeing that there was no one in the room, the old man hurried over to the window. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access

distance, he noticed black shadows shuffling through the woods. Someone was carrying Jay

and he quickly turned to

commanded, "I don't care what kind of means

The earth-shattering roar rocked the whole village, and even the

night, there was a fierce conflict between the Corvettes and the Ghost members. It could only be

are endless gunshots outside. The Yorks' stronghold must

awakened by the gunshots quite some time ago, yet he lay languidly on the bed. He squinted his eyes and said in a daze, "Let's bet if that

understood why the young master was indifferent. It turned out that he did not want to intervene in Jay's

right. The old man treasures his daughter's son to death, right? How could he dispatch the

he is clumsy. Perhaps he thinks that his precious grandson

Carson was stupefied...