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The region had become a breeding ground for gangs and criminal organizations. The most powerful of them was the Serpentine Palers.
At the headquarters of the Serpentine Palers…
Howard trailed behind a man with dreadlocks. As they walked, he passed rows of cages holding the elderly, children, and young adults. Their postures were pitiful, their faces blank with despair.
Suddenly, a woman darted out from a corner, her clothes in disarray, her face etched with panic. A large hand seized her from behind. The man holding her had a long scar slashing across his face. Upon seeing the man with dreadlocks, his demeanor shifted immediately.
“Hello, Peyton,” Jervy Turner greeted.
Peyton Acosta, the dreadlocked figure, waved dismissively. “Those who don’t know their place need to be taught a lesson,” he said coldly.
Jervy nodded obediently, replying, “Yes, Peyton.”
Then, Jervy sneered at the woman, taunting, “What a fool! If you’d just behaved, this could’ve been handled privately. But no, you had to make a scene for everyone to see, didn’t you?”
With swift motion, Jervy tore at her clothes. The woman, drowning in despair, struggled futilely against his grip. Back home, such scenes would have sparked immediate police intervention, but here, they were disturbingly commonplace.
Peyton showed no sympathy; his eyes sparkled with twisted excitement. In this place, they had taken advantage of countless others. They treated them as nothing more than playthings.
The woman squeezed her eyes shut, steeling herself with a grim resolve to end it all by biting her own tongue.
“Stop!” a voice suddenly commanded.
The woman opened her tear-filled eyes and saw Howard. His face twisted with disgust as he declared, “I’m trying to focus on my work here, and this chaos is only going to hinder me.”
Jervy stood his ground defiantly, but Peyton, after a moment’s contemplation, gestured for Jervy to stop. After all, Howard was the brilliant tech genius they had brought in for assistance. Offending him would yield no advantages.
“Get lost!” Peyton barked.
With a reluctant sigh, Jervy dragged the woman away. Peyton led Howard to the lab.
“How much longer until it’s ready?” he asked.
Howard replied, “It’s going smoothly. About half a month more.”
A glimmer of greed sparkled in Peyton’s eyes. “Do a good job, and there will be rewards for you!”
Howard stifled his disgust and nodded in acknowledgment. The Serpentine Palers had tasked him with developing a new weapon that could potentially shift the balance of power in Aswil’s military landscape.
Howard agreed, determined to create something groundbreaking. However, his true aim was to obliterate the Serpentine Palers. Yes, he longed to destroy them—that was his ultimate goal.
Donning his work clothes, Howard immersed himself in his experiments. Suddenly, Peyton’s voice cut through his concentration. “Oh, I got you an assistant.”
An assistant?
Howard felt a wave of puzzlement wash over him. Then, he saw a familiar face step through the door. It was…
“Corbett?”
Had he been released from prison? Howard’s eyes widened in disbelief.
When Corbett spotted him, a flicker of deep-seated hatred flashed in his eyes, but he quickly masked it behind a respectful smile. “Hello, Mr. Patton.”
Peyton clapped Corbett on the shoulder and said, “Corbett here is a top tech expert as well. You two know each other?”
“I have great admiration for Mr. Patton,” Corbett replied with a smile, though his eyes remained icy.
“Good, then. You two should work well together. Mr. Patton, fill him in on the progress,” Peyton ordered.
Corbett walked over, his eyes scanning the weapon carefully. A sly smile crept onto his face as he studied it.
Howard could tell Corbett had already seen through the deception of the weapon he’d been working on.
“Peyton, are we really working on a weapon meant for explosions?” Corbett asked, his voice laced with mock confusion.
Peyton frowned, perplexed. “What are you talking about? It’s supposed to be a weapon designed for attack.”
“Well, from what I can tell, Mr. Patton’s creation seems to be…” Corbett’s eyes gleamed with amusement as he glanced at Howard. Howard felt a chill run down his spine—he hadn’t expected things to take this turn.
If Peyton and his crew figured out he was crafting an explosive device, there would be no mercy. Howard knew that for certain.
As confident as he was, he wasn’t naive enough to think he could easily slip away from the Serpentine Palers’ base.
Peyton, catching onto Corbett’s knowing look, grew impatient. “What is it? Spit it out already!”
Howard locked eyes with Corbett, his gaze sharp. He had already discreetly armed himself, prepared to take Corbett out if he dared expose the truth.
“I don’t quite get it. I’m not as skilled in tech as Mr. Patton.”
“I’ll need his guidance,” Corbett said, feigning humility.
Peyton nodded approvingly. “Mr. Patton is a top-tier talent. Work well with him, and you’ll certainly benefit from it.”
Corbett nodded, his lashes lowering just enough to hide the flicker of something that passed through his eyes. Once Peyton had left, leaving the lab to just the two of them, Howard’s gaze hardened as he looked at Corbett. Corbett shrugged with a playful smile. “I never thought you’d be so daring, Howard, pulling the wool over their eyes like that.”
Howard’s voice was ice-cold as he replied, “You know better than I do what kind of organization this is. Now that you’re stuck here with me, we’re in the same situation. If you play your part, I can help us break free from their grip. After all, you owe your freedom to them, don’t you?”
Corbett’s eyes chilled instantly. He was caught off guard by Howard’s sharp insight. It was true—he had been freed by them, but at the cost of becoming their puppet. Someone as defiant as Corbett hated being under anyone’s thumb. But the idea of taking orders from Howard? That didn’t sit right with him either.
“Alright, don’t worry. I’ll follow your lead,” Corbett said with a sly smile. “After all, we come from the same country, and here we’re probably the only allies we have.”
The festive New Year holiday flew by, and soon it was time for the meeting with Damari.
The Patton family arrived at the Klein Manor, where everything had been arranged with flawless precision. The lavish living room showcased a grand dining table, overflowing with exquisite dishes.
Damari, all smiles and radiating warmth, welcomed them with open arms. “Isabella, you’ve arrived! Come, take a seat.”
Everyone gathered around the table as the servants began pouring the red wine.
With a broad smile, Damari said, “Since Andrew’s parents are no longer with us, I’ll take charge of this engagement. Rest assured, Isabella, the engagement will be nothing short of grand!”
“You’re too kind, Damari. If there’s anything we can do to help, just say the word,” Glenn offered warmly.
“No need, I’ve got it all handled. Today, just sit back and enjoy yourselves,” Damari replied with a gracious smile.
Andrew, seated beside Isabella, held her hand firmly under the table. They exchanged a glance, their eyes meeting in a moment of shared tenderness, smiles playing on their lips.
Andrew was in high spirits, unable to resist the allure of a few glasses of wine.
After lunch, everyone lingered, savoring the warmth of each other’s company and engaging in lively conversation.
Andrew led Isabella to his room.
“Sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice slightly slurred from the alcohol. His striking eyes, now tinged with a hint of red, held a tenderness that seemed to envelop her.
“You’ve had a bit too much to drink. You really should rest for a while,” Isabella said, rarely witnessing Andrew in such a state. She gently attempted to help him lie down on the bed, but with a pull, he drew her into a tender embrace, holding her close as they settled together.
“There are still people outside!” she protested shyly, pushing against him.
Andrew gazed at her with eyes brimming with warmth, his voice bubbling with joy. “Darling, we’re finally getting engaged…”
Looking at Andrew, Isabella couldn’t resist the urge to stroke his hair gently, almost like petting a puppy. She smiled softly and replied, “Yes.”
“Are you happy?” Andrew asked, covering her hand with his large palm, his voice carrying a hint of grievance.
Isabella was taken aback for a moment. Of course, she was happy. It was just that she had long been accustomed to not expressing her emotions openly. So, she simply said, “I am happy. Very happy.”
“Alright,” Andrew murmured, burying his head in the crook of her neck and holding her close, savoring the peaceful moment. Isabella closed her eyes, feeling warmth gradually filling her heart.
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