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Chapter 972: 972
The North Sea rebellion was the greatest turmoil the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance had faced in decades, aside from the rebellion four years ago.
This battle directly led to the death of Ian Jorden, and the near extinction of the various North Sea allies.
At the same time, it also laid the groundwork for enormous hidden dangers from the unrest four years earlier.
At the oath-taking assembly on Demarco Mount, Julius Reed declared his intention to wipe out the Neolle Leocadia royal family, leaving not a single survivor.
Within ten years, any surviving member of the North Sea royal family was to be executed on sight.
But he would have never imagined that an orphan of the North Sea was hidden right under his nose.
Anna Harris, her real name Baylor Davenport.
Her true identity was that of a princess from the royal Baylor family, the greatest ally of the North Sea.
The Baylor family dominated the entire North Sea region.
The rebellion back then was instigated by Baylor Davenport’s father.
Yet, it was such an orphan of the enemy that managed to emerge right under the watchful eyes of Julius Reed.
And they coexisted peacefully.
"Baylor Davenport..."
Scenes from the past surfaced, with fragmented memories gradually coalescing.
He knew that Anna Harris’s friendship with Quella Radcliffe was no coincidence.
The greater the coincidence, the more terrifying it was.
Julius Reed stood in his office for a long while.
"It seems some people may have been scheming against me for many years," he said, smiling and shaking his head. He lifted his right hand and gazed at the gleaming Dragon King Ring on it.
"The Sovereign has enjoyed a long life and has numerous enemies. How many have coveted your position, and how many have sought to replace you?"
Lillian Tompson knelt on the ground, maintaining a posture with her hands on her chest, "You should be clear that to them, orchestrating a rebellion that spans generations is worth it."
The Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, an unprecedented organization.
Spanning thousands of years, it possessed incalculable wealth.
The position of Sovereign was the summit of power that many sought to climb!
Even if it took hundreds or thousands of years to plan such a rebellion, as long as it succeeded, everything would be worth it.
"Baylor Davenport..."
He sat back on the couch, feeling a bit tired.
"After all, it’s the one flaw in a hundred precautions," he said with a bitter smile, and waved to Lillian Tompson, "Stand up. If even you betray me and I fail to realize it, then it indeed might be time for someone else to take the Sovereign’s place."
The truth needed to be uncovered by him personally.
Whether the four maids close to him had turned traitors was not difficult for Julius Reed to ascertain.
The Sovereign’s lifespan was eternal. Whether it was intellect, methods of handling affairs, or even understanding of human nature, he far surpassed those around him.
He didn’t believe anyone could use him as a pawn.
Nor did he believe someone would dare to scheme everything against him from behind the scenes.
"I want all those who scheme against me to pay a price beyond their imagination," he said, leaning back on the couch with a chilling tone.
"Sovereign, is Isabella Warm truly wicked?" Lillian Tompson raised her head, her eyes filled with confusion, "Since you can remember me, you surely remember her. Based on my investigation of you... Please forgive your subordinate the sin of a thousand deaths..."
To investigate the Sovereign was to tread a path to death!
She was merely a maid.
This was an offense.
"Speak now. Before you leave this room, I will pardon all your words. But once you step out of this door, if you dare to go against my will, I will have you killed," Julius Reed said indifferently.
"This subordinate thanks the Sovereign!" Lillian Tompson placed her hands on her chest and kowtowed deeply.
"Based on my investigation of you, it seems you have also been tracking Isabella Warm. So, is she good or bad?" she purged the biggest question in her heart.
When she first descended the mountain, Lillian Tompson, too, sought to uncover the truth.
"In the world, things aren’t always simply black or white, good or bad. Everything is a matter of perspective," Julius Reed crossed his legs and supported his chin on his hands, "If I were to be killed, then I would be the villain, utterly wicked. In the battle of the North Sea, I nearly left it barren! But I am the king; I am the king of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance!"
He turned to face Lillian Tompson, "In my eyes, all the North Sea alliances are wicked. But in the eyes of Baylor Davenport, I am the wicked one!"
"This subordinate understands..." Lillian Tompson frowned slightly, her response respectful, "Grace River has entered the sea; should we raid Ivan Reed’s home to get their clues?"
According to her intelligence, Grace River had suddenly disappeared some days ago.
Several people took to a boat and disappeared into the vast sea.
It was highly probable they were tracking down Isabella Warm’s whereabouts.
"No rush, no rush."
Julius Reed shook his head, stood up, and straightened his clothes, "Since someone has always wanted me to look for Isabella Warm, I might as well play along with them."
"Does the Holy Master mean to say..."
Lillian Tompson was a bit puzzled, "What if..."
"No more ’what ifs’."
Julius Reed interrupted her, "How much money do you have left? I mean, assets."
"I own the entire Armin Levis Group. Not only do I have the wealth I brought out of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, but also many large consortiums have actively invested in my assets."
Lillian Tompson’s face flashed with pride, "All this is prepared for you, Holy Master."
"Excellent! Take your money and invest in the Willson Group under my name. I’m planning to return to Gonzalez City to take care of some matters."
With that, he strode away.
And Lillian Tompson followed closely behind him.
"Stop right there!"
As the two just left the office, they saw a group of dart box handlers standing at the door.
They were wearing earpieces, and their posture with the dart boxes was highly professional.
"Move!"
Lillian Tompson reverted to her queenly assertiveness, quickly walking in front of those people.
"Boss, you..."
Slap!
Before those people could finish speaking, Lillian Tompson slapped one across the face!
"From today onwards, he is the boss here. Do you all understand?"
"This..."
The dart box handlers stood there dumbfounded for a moment, then quickly snapped to attention.
"Put away the dart boxes!"
The leader hurriedly put away the weapons and quickly walked up to Julius Reed.
"Salute!"
Whoosh!
The dart box handlers all saluted in unison.
"Hello, Boss!"
Julius Reed nodded in acknowledgment and walked away.
He didn’t have any time to waste.
Gonzalez City was in complete chaos.
Clearly, Zade Radcliffe’s visit was not well-intentioned, and Aron Jackson seemed no longer to be Aron Jackson.
An invisible pair of hands was controlling everything in Gonzalez City.
He had to go there.
Julius Reed had to go to Gonzalez City.
He wanted to see how capable the other party was to dare treat himself as a chess piece.
Did they not fear that this chess piece was too heavy and could smash the chessboard to pieces?
"Holy Master, your subordinate..."
Lillian Tompson followed behind Julius Reed, somewhat at a loss.
"From now on, it’s like when you were in the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance. If you dare to leave my side without my permission, even for half a step, you’re dead."
Julius Reed spoke flatly.
"Your subordinate understands." 𝔫𝖔𝖛𝖕𝔲𝔟.𝔠𝖔𝖒
Lillian Tompson’s throat moved, she lowered her head, and followed.
But at the corner of her mouth was an inadvertent smile.
"Wife, where are you?"
After leaving the Armin Levis Group, Julius Reed took out his phone and called Quella Radcliffe.
Such a big incident had happened in Gonzalez City, and he had been delayed here for almost an hour.
He was somewhat worried.
"Wife? Who are you calling wife?"
From the phone came a familiar voice.
"Anna Harris!"
Julius Reed stopped in his tracks, murder in his eyes!
