The Divorce Prescription

Chapter 605

Bob nodded. He said with a tone full of respect, "Good to see you, Cobra. This is my son-in-law, Declan, the one I told you about."

Declan met Cobra's gaze without a hint of emotion. "Hello, Cobra."

Cobra's gaze swept over Declan from above as he asked, "So, you're Bob's son- in-law?"

Declan nodded. "Yes, I am."

As Cobra looked at him from head to toe, he suddenly said, "You looked familiar. Have we met before?"

Bob chuckled. "Cobra, you must be joking. How could Declan have ever met someone like you? Maybe he just resembles someone you know."

Cobra thought for a moment, then fixed his gaze on Declan. "Declan, you look a lot like a narcotics officer I once knew."

At the mention of those words, Bob's expression changed. "Cobra, are you talking about that guy?"

"That's right! Years ago, that man came under my wing, and I immediately saw his potential. He was capable, sharp, and even saved my life once. Not only did I admire him, I treated him like my brother. But he lied to me!"

As Cobra spoke of the past, his eyes burned with pure hatred. "He had a purpose for getting close to me. He wanted me dead. He was nothing but an undercover cop! Because of him, I suffered massive losses. I nearly died at his hands. This scar on my face? That was his parting gift!"

day, I had ten kids from a nearby elementary school kidnapped. I knew he would try to save them, and

him alive. I made sure he could never reclaim his identity as a narcotics officer. I branded him as a drug dealer instead and condemned him to live under that name. I wanted

hands clenched into fists at

man was his

had been an undercover narcotics officer, but the world called him a drug dealer. After his death, everyone cursed his

Aileen were condemned as the family of a criminal and was shunned by

them ever

finally standing before Cobra, the man he swore to kill with his own

the Varshan drug trade or 30 years, becoming a thorn de that was

in

forgotten.

worked up. That

calculating. "Declan, you really do look just

He asked with a calm expression, "What exactly do I

replied, "Your gaze! It's just like

forced a faint smile. "But I'm not

son-in-law, and I have great faith in

over