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.

enough to spark chaos. He needed

his car after parting ways

already waiting

ask how the meeting went. Instead, he simply said, “Mr.

cemetery,” Victor replied. “I want to visit

woman in a long time. But seeing Jonathan today brought

ask further. He just gave the order to drive.

ompany

arrived at the cemetery, stopping

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then, when the family crisis struck, he’d rushed back to handle matters. By the time he returned he was met

he dug, the official story was always the

she’d ever willingly been with him to begin

was

felt

had

dearly. But look at

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

years. He knew how Wendy died, and why Jonathan had such a distant

were his son. That kind of temperament suited him far

“Take me to the Wynn family

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

at him with

believe you’ll find a way.

Internally, he cursed/Victor to hell.

leaned in and whispered, “You’ve already made your choice.

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