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.

after Jay left the villa, the

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 chapters of novels early and in the highest

shuffling through the woods.

master's eyes sank, and he quickly turned to

ready to be dispatched. The grand old master then commanded, "I don't care what kind of means you use, just bring Master Jay back to me. Otherwise, you'll know what's coming for

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

conflict between the Corvettes and the Ghost members. It could only be described as rains of bullets filling the air,

are endless gunshots outside.

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

the young master was indifferent. It turned out that he

treasures his daughter's son to death, right? How could he dispatch the Corvettes to go against

Perhaps he thinks that his precious grandson

Carson was stupefied...