The lost heiress never forgiven

The Madness at the Foot of the Mountain

Chapter 520 The Madness at the Foot of the Mountain

Back at her place, Sierra wasn’t worried about Jonathan at all. She simply told him to go carly and comic back quickly.

The Wynn family estate wasn’t a place just anyone could visit–least of all Victor.

So Jonathan went straight down the mountain.

Victor’s car was already waiting at the base, with Maddox accompanying him.

When Jonathan appeared, Maddox gave him a nod and went off to wait elsewhere.

He had no idea what had gotten into Victor. The man had suddenly insisted on seeing Jonathan- immediately, without any delay.

After spending a few days with Victor, Maddox had come to understand what kind of person he was: unreasonable, willful, and stubborn to the core. No explanation ever got through to him.

So Maddox hadn’t wasted his breath. He simply drove him to the Wynn family’s ancestral home. Whether Jonathan agreed to meet or not wasn’t his problem.

What he hadn’t expected was for Jonathan to actually come down.

What Maddox didn’t know was that their timing had been surprisingly lucky. Jonathan happened to be in a decent mood these past couple of days. And while Victor hadn’t caused any direct disturbance, his mere presence was an–irritant.

Jonathan just wanted to get rid of him as soon as possible.

But the moment he laid eyes on Victor, Jonathan sensed something was off.

The look in Victor’s eyes was strange–like he was examining him, with a mix of intensity, excitement, and joy…

Jonathan narrowed his eyes. What kind of crazy episode is this lunatic having now?

he could ask, Victor spoke up

is Nancy. They lied to me

instantly

with Victor practically shouting, he heard every word loud and

head. Jonathan was

exasperated. Had this man lost his mind from yearning for

about his identity to protect him, afraid Victor might harm him if he

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to crack Victor’s head open to

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a completely local face, and Victor was clearly mixed–race. There wasn’t a single hint of mixed blood in him–how

sharp tongue on a normal day, and

White or give your boys a call.

but smirk at Jonathan’s familiar

mouth of

as Jonathan’s words were, Victor

him with elation. “No,

country for urgent business before you were born. By the time I came back, I was told she had died–and that you had died with her. I believed it.

roared like a

merit. In just a few short days, he had managed to piece together bits of information and come to

Jonathan might have been willing

looking at him now–acting like

left him with just one sentence: “If your brain’s broken,

he turned and

to follow, but the guards