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.

to spark chaos.

into his car after parting

was already waiting

Instead, he simply said,

Victor replied. “I want to visit an

woman in a long time. But seeing Jonathan today brought her

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

ompany

at the cemetery, stopping in front of the

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the family crisis struck, he’d rushed back to handle matters. By the time he returned he was met with news of her death–along with their

dug, the official story

wasn’t like she’d ever willingly been with him

so ruthless. Dying was one thing–but taking

felt

had

loved Wendy dearly. But look at him now–he’d gone off

of it, which explained why she’d

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

only Jonathan were his son. That kind of temperament suited him

intrigued, Victor spoke again. “Take

said quickly, “Mr. Victor, that’s a private burial ground.

at him with a

believe you’ll find

to hell. But he kept

and whispered, “You’ve already made

answered, “You’re right. I’ll take