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.

weren’t enough to spark chaos.

his car after

already waiting

didn’t ask how the meeting went. Instead, he simply said, “Mr. Victor, what would you like to

the cemetery,” Victor replied.

time. But seeing Jonathan today brought her

didn’t ask further. He just gave the order to drive. His sole responsibility now was to the man in

ompany

a bouquet of flowers and arrived at the cemetery, stopping in front of the tombstone Chase had erected years

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By the time he returned he was met with

the official story was always the same: mother

like she’d ever willingly been with him

she’d been so ruthless. Dying was one thing–but

didn’t feel like her. It felt more

had ended up

to think Chase loved Wendy dearly. But look at him now–he’d gone

of it, which explained why she’d chosen such a

the years. He knew how Wendy died, and why Jonathan

That kind of temperament suited him far

again. “Take me to

that’s

at him with

you’ll

to hell. But he kept

“You’ve already made your

breath, then answered, “You’re right. I’ll take care of