The lost heiress never forgiven

Chapter 509 The Lion’s Graveyard

Chapter 509 The Lion’s Graveyard

“Very well, one month it is,” Victor finally said after a pause.

It had been years since he last set foot in this country. Spending a month here didn’t sound bad.

He didn’t believe for a second that things would fall apart back home just because he was away.

“One month, then,” Jonathan replied, rising to his fect. He gave Victor a brief nod and walked out.

Back at the house, Sierra met him at the door. She’d heard the entire conversation and looked puzzled.

“Victor knows you’re planning to go after him. Why would he still show up?”

“He’s too arrogant,” Jonathan answered.

Before setting the plan in motion, he had studied Victor thoroughly.

Had this been the Victor of thirty years ago, he would’ve never agreed to such a meeting.

But the Victor of today–after decades of smooth sailing and unquestioned control over his family–no longer expected surprises.

In fact, he likely welcomed the challenge, hoping to use it to sniff out exactly who was plotting behind his back.

He still fancied himself a lion at the top of the food chain, blind to the fact that age had caught up to him. Meanwhile, the cubs he’d once looked down on had already grown their fangs and were circling, hungry for blood.

After explaining this to Sierra, Jonathan headed straight to his study.

There was still much to be done.

chaos. He needed to add fuel to the

Victor stepped into his car after parting ways

already waiting

meeting went. Instead, he simply said, “Mr. Victor, what would you like to do

me to the cemetery,” Victor replied. “I want to visit an

time. But seeing Jonathan today brought her back to mind- the one woman he had

ask further. He just gave the order to drive. His

ompany

bought a bouquet of flowers and arrived at the cemetery, stopping in front of the tombstone Chase

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back to handle matters. By the time he returned he was met with news of her death–along

how deep he dug, the official story was always the same: mother and child, both

like she’d ever willingly been with

so ruthless. Dying was one thing–but taking the child

It felt more

Wendy had ended up

But look at him now–he’d gone off and had a child with

explained why she’d chosen such a final way to

uncovered all these secrets over the years. He knew how Wendy died, and why Jonathan had such a distant relationship with his

son. That kind of temperament suited him far

again. “Take me to the Wynn family

Victor, that’s a private burial ground. We can’t enter

glanced at him with

believe you’ll find a way.

eyes darkened. Internally, he cursed/Victor to hell. But he kept his mouth

already made your choice. Don’t

then answered, “You’re