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Chapter 968 Serve Tea to Master
The implication was that Dominik would eventually eradicate them to prevent any future troubles if they
decided to cooperate and support him to become the head of the clan.
"You're the prince of Castron. Use that as a condition to negotiate with Dominik. I believe you'll obtain
some unexpected gains from each other," Antheena concluded her speech. Her words seemed to
awaken Zac from a dream.
A sudden realization struck him, and his eyes flickered with a dim light of understanding. Then, he
smiled knowingly. "You're intelligent, Antheena."
Her kind reminder filled his satisfaction toward her that day. Subsequently, he glared at the servant
nearby. "Why are you standing there doing nothing? Don't you know how to serve tea to the guest?"
That night, Zac secretly met with Dominik. They shared a private discussion in the room that lasted
more than two hours before they departed the venue separately.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThat was a night where few people would be able to sleep peacefully. The ascension ceremony was
getting closer with every minute. Hence, the Ledgers and the Elrods were training their troops secretly
to carry out various schemes.
When Veronica and Shirley were hospitalized, Crayson kept attempting to visit them at the hospital, but
Matthew repeatedly rejected the man's request.
After learning that they were about to be discharged, he decided to visit One Piece Restaurant in
person to meet with them. He entered before Dean went upstairs to knock on Veronica's door, stating,
"Miss Murphy, Mr. Crayson is here."
Veronica had been resting on a deck chair on the balcony when she heard Dean's announcement. A
layer of frost instantly appeared on her chilly countenance. Rising to her feet, she walked over and
opened the door to tell Dean, "Let him up."
"Alright." He nodded.
Just as he was about to leave, she halted him. "Wait."
"Do you need anything else, Miss Murphy?"
"Don't let Skyler and Shirley know about his arrival," she reminded anxiously.
"Okay." Dean accepted the order and went back downstairs.
A few minutes later, Crayson appeared outside the living room. He wore a black double-breasted shirt
with short sleeves, a pair of gray, loose pants, and a headpiece with a black-and-gray plaid pattern. It
was the typical dressing style of the hidden clan.
Standing by the door, the usual hale and hearty man seemed mournful and bleak, giving off dispirit. In
the beginning, Veronica did not even bother to glance at him; instead, she simply sat on the couch and
brewed a pot of tea. Her movements were slow, almost as though she enjoyed the leisurely moments
in life. At the same time, it felt like she was waiting for something.
"Are you alone?" Crayson casually inquired upon seeing her solitude.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"You're lucky he's not around. Otherwise, your old bones might not survive a beating from him."
Veronica picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea. Placing the cup on the opposite side of the
table, she poured another serving for herself before picking it up with her slender fingers. Blowing at
the steam, she inhaled the deep fragrance of the tea. "I specially brewed some calming tea for you in
case you were guilty of doing something wrong."
Her words held a different meaning beneath the surface, but how could he not know what she meant?
He walked over to the couch and took a seat opposite her. "I came here today to tell you about Shirley."
Lowering her head, she quietly savored her tea without saying a word.
He continued, "I have a secret weapon hidden in my ring." After saying that, he raised his finger and
pressed an inconspicuous button to activate a secret mechanism hidden in the ring. Swiftly, the sharp
tip of a blade emerged from the dragon's head. "On that day, I used the blade in my ring to slice
through the ropes to escape. However, Shirley noticed my actions and clung to my arm tightly to stop
me from leaving. As I escaped, I shook her off violently. Unfortunately, my excessive strength led the
blade to slash across her face."
After a brief explanation of the events that day, he stopped speaking and watched her calmly. His aged
face filled with an inexplicable sense of melancholy and sorrow.
"Are you done?"
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