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As comprehension dawned on Rocco’s face, his eyebrows arched with sudden intrigue, and he studied Elton with newfound interest.
“Elton, how did Denby offend you? Are you truly prepared to orchestrate the downfall of your mentor, the very man who elevated you to your current status, merely to usurp his position? And you dare approach me with this proposition?”
“Given the Commander’s deteriorating health, retirement would suit him better.”
Elton’s words dripped with cold calculation, devoid of any remorse, causing Rocco to observe him with prolonged fascination.
Yet, true to Elton’s assessment, Rocco’s extended confinement had indeed left him restless and defiant. He was different from Denby.
Denby came from a prestigious military family, the perfect example of a well-bred officer.
Rocco, however, had fought his way up from nothing, climbing step by step to become a general of his own regiment, risking everything along the way.
While Denby joined the military to pursue his dreams, Rocco enlisted simply to survive and grow strong enough that no one could push him around anymore.
In his prime, Rocco’s military prowess was legendary.
His battlefield victories carved a path to glory, each triumph adding to his growing reputation as he forged his regiment into a formidable fighting force.
But when the war ended and the military began reorganizing, everything changed.
Rocco struggled with peacetime duties, constantly falling behind the neighboring regiment that had joined them.
Seeing this problem, the higher-ups decided to combine the two regiments, asking both leaders to work together in running it. But Rocco was used to being in charge. He couldn’t handle being Denby’s second-in-command, so his ambition got the better of him. He made a terrible mistake that cost him both his legs.
His serious military offense should have earned him a much worse punishment.
Denby, remembering all Rocco had done for their country, stepped in and asked that his past service count against his crimes. That was why he ended up just being demoted and confined.
But Rocco felt no thanks toward Denby for this mercy.
He saw no hope in his days, trapped in endless hours that seemed to stretch forever.
Every time his legs hurt, his anger toward others grew stronger.
Now, in this lonely place, Elton’s visit finally brought some excitement to Rocco’s life. Even though he knew Elton wasn’t here for anything good, it still made things interesting.
“You see my situation,” Rocco said to Elton.
“What can I possibly do if they won’t let that doctor in?”
Elton’s eyes narrowed, his confidence unchanged.
“General Travis, don’t I know what you’re capable of? Right now, you may be trapped, cut off from the outside world, but I can help you reach your men. Once everything’s done, I’ll get Mia to heal your legs.”
Rocco let out a laugh, but his eyes remained as cold as ice, sending chills down one’s spine.
“Save your breath. I know my legs better than anyone—they’re beyond healing. And your success isn’t guaranteed either. But I’ll go along with your plan.”
Rocco watched with hidden amusement as his contradictory words played with Elton’s emotions.
“Get me some paper and a pen,” Rocco said.
“I’ll tell you about my forces, and you write them down.”
Rocco unfolded the details of his forces to Elton, his voice carrying the weight of years of authority.
“It’s been years since I last contacted them,” he said.
“Don’t let your expectations soar too high. If you can make use of these forces, do so. If not, let them fade into memory.”
Having secured what he came for, Elton rose to his feet, determination etched across his features.
“Don’t worry. I will bring Dr. Mia to treat your legs.”
As Elton’s car disappeared down the winding road, a shadow moved in the distance. A surveillance operative from the Qiviut Organization lowered his camera and melted away into the landscape.
In his villa, Andrew stood by the window, his keen eyes scanning through intelligence reports about Elton’s recent activities.
Just as he finished drafting his next directive, the soft padding of feet announced Isabella’s emergence from the bathroom.
“Still caught up in work, darling?” Her voice carried a gentle inquiry.
Andrew turned, his gaze softening at the sight of her. Taking the towel from her grasp, he murmured, “It’s not about work. Let me help you dry your hair.”
Andrew led Isabella to sit down, his slender fingers running through her damp hair with practiced tenderness.
The gentle hum of the hairdryer filled their comfortable silence. When he finished, he leaned down, drawing close behind her until his head rested softly on her shoulder.
“Word has reached me that Ansport’s been rather unstable lately,” he murmured, his voice laced with concern.
“Sweetheart, promise me you’ll take extra precautions when you’re out?”
The warning came as a preventive measure—Andrew was still piecing together the puzzle of Elton’s activities.
Catching his solemn gaze in the mirror’s reflection, Isabella nodded with quiet understanding.
“Okay, I understand. I’ll be careful.”
“Great. Darling, you’re such a good girl,” Andrew said, pressing a tender kiss to Isabella’s cheek. In his mind, he was already arranging for covert security detail to watch over her.
Two days passed in a blur of activity. In his office on the top floor of the Klein Group’s towering headquarters, Andrew’s usual composed demeanor shifted as he read his subordinate’s report.
“Mr. Klein, Elton has been quite busy lately, and his sphere of influence appears to be expanding at an alarming rate…”
As Andrew dissected the report, one detail seized his attention—the list of Elton’s recent contacts.
Blessed with an exceptional memory that time couldn’t erode, Andrew found himself recognizing every name. Each face, each connection crystallized in his mind, revealing a disturbing pattern: they were all former members of Rocco’s inner circle.
Something about their coordinated movements sent a chill down his spine, an instinctive warning he couldn’t quite place.
Without conscious thought, his fingers found Isabella’s number, but the call met only silence.
Pivoting smoothly, he dialed her bodyguard instead. The line crackled to life.
“Where is Miss Patton? What is she doing now?” Andrew asked.
From his post outside a Patton Group factory, the bodyguard reported, “Miss Patton responded to an emergency alert—worker unrest at a factory. We escorted her here, but she’s inside handling the situation. We’re maintaining external security.”
Andrew’s features darkened, his voice dropping to a commanding whisper.
“Get inside. Now. I want eyes on her constantly. Make sure she is safe.”
“Yes, Mr. Klein.”
The bodyguard agreed immediately and then disconnected the call with Andrew.
Familiar with the factory’s location, Andrew grabbed his phone and headed for his car.
As the sleek vehicle ate up the miles away from Ansport, anxiety gnawed at him—neither Isabella nor her security detail had made contact since entering the facility.
Pushing his car to its limits, Andrew made record time to reach the factory.
Yet as he stepped out, the sight before him dissolved his immediate fears: Isabella emerged with a group of people, looking completely unharmed and far from the danger his mind had conjured.
The tension in his chest began to uncoil, and he moved forward with purposeful steps.
Isabella was deep in conversation with the factory director about preventive measures when she caught sight of Andrew. Concern flickered across her features at his unexpected appearance.
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