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

car after parting

was already waiting

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

replied. “I want to visit an old

of that woman in a long time. But seeing Jonathan today brought her back to mind- the one woman he had

drive. His sole responsibility now

ompany

flowers and arrived at the cemetery, stopping in

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rushed back to handle matters. By the time he

dug, the official story was always the

wasn’t like she’d ever willingly been with

so ruthless. Dying was one thing–but

feel like her. It felt more

Wendy had ended

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

explained why she’d

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

his son. That kind of temperament suited him far

spoke again. “Take me

froze. Shocked, he said quickly, “Mr. Victor, that’s a private burial ground. We can’t enter

glanced at him with

I believe you’ll find a way.

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

already made

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