NOVPUBChapter 1318: 605_1 Chapter 1318: 605_1 “Mr.
Philbert, we found out that the young master of the Drakes has returned.”
Arwin Philbert frowned: “Which young master are you referring to from the Drakes?”
Arwin Philbert had a group of cronies who collected gossip relentlessly, using various channels for information.
They made sure the news was absolutely clear before daring to bring it to his attention.
After stealing a glance at Arwin Philbert, one of them hesitantly said, “Mr.
Philbert, do you remember Granny Drake’s son, the renowned prodigy of Coral Island?”
Arwin Philbert paused, his eyebrows furrowing as he suddenly understood, “Ah, him.”
Aware of the conflict between the Philberts and the Drakes, his companion continued, “Jayden Drake left Coral Island years ago.
It was rumored he married a high-born lady from Lostswa, his career was flourishing.
Sadly, he was murdered within a month of their move to Pethkids.
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The young master is their son.
He’s returned to Coral Island to claim his inheritance from Dustin Drake.”
Arwin Philbert snorted coldly, “Karma indeed.
Are you sure those subordinates are his?”
His companion shook his head.
“They aren’t directly his.
They are his friend’s subordinates, apparently belonging to a woman.
The Drakes have kept the information very tightly sealed, and no further information can be found.
Since his return to the Drakes, there’s been no news of Dustin Drake.
Even Miss Wang was driven out of the Drakes mansion.
It seems Granny Drake is determined to support her own biological grandson.”
“Granny Drake has taken out her own shares in the Drakes Group to back him up, and the senior members of the Drakes Group are also siding with him.
If he can resolve the crisis in Knox Village within three days, there will be no reason for Dustin Drake’s men to object.”
Arwin Philbert clenched his fists, “Why does he have to be Jayden Drake’s son…?”
He had been indebted to him that day, but his identity was such…
Closing his eyes, he visualized the image of his beloved aunt hurting herself in the mental asylum – such a gentle and kind-hearted woman, what wrong had she done?
When he opened his eyes, a cold light shone within them, “A father’s debt must be paid by his son.”
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“Aubree Groove, was there any need for you to personally deal with this situation?
I didn’t want you to witness any of this unpleasantness.”
A deep, magnetic male voice echoed through the speaker of the phone.
“I have already met with Delan Sparrow.
If not for your persistent and relentless investigations, it would have been challenging to find his traces.
I will wrap up matters here as soon as possible and return.”
Aubree Groove didn’t say anything further, disconnecting the call mid-conversation despite the many more words the man on the other side wanted to express.
Dallyn waited at the door.
“Go.”
Dallyn immediately perked up and prepared to leave.
“Wait, have Jayden Moore accompany you.”
The journey was potentially hazardous, Aubree Groove did not feel comfortable letting Dallyn go alone.
Dallyn reluctantly replied, “Alright.”
Jayden Moore, with candy skewers in one hand and grilled meat in the other, happily followed behind Dallyn.
Dallyn handed him a wet towel, “You’re a mess, wipe your mouth.”
Besides his enthusiasm for martial arts, Jayden Moore’s only other hobby was eating, and in the few days they were in Coral Island, he tasted nearly all the renowned local delicacies.
He held up both his hands, indicating his inability to clean up.
“You are just…” Dallyn didn’t know what to say, it was like dealing with a child.
As soon as they arrived at the ZF Building, they were intercepted by the security guards at the entrance and vehemently turned away.
Dallyn spoke politely, “I need to speak with Morris Iver.
Please convey the message to him that I have something very important to hand over.”
The two guards looked at each other and then broke into laughter.
They impatiently waved their hands to dismiss her, “What kind of parents let their kids behave like this?
This isn’t a place for you guys.
Meet Morris Iver?
That’s absurd!
If you don’t leave soon, we’ll call the police.”
Dallyn squinted her eyes, “So, I cannot meet him today?”
“Of course not.
What are you thinking, girl?”
With Dallyn’s youthful face and her standing next to Jayden Moore, they looked like two teenagers.
Jayden Moore’s face was sour from the hawthorns, he asked, “What if we forced our way in?
Would it cause trouble for Mistress?”
Dallyn shot him a glance, “What do you think?”
Jayden Moore looked up and glanced at the towering, stern building, estimating how long it would take to climb to the top.
“We must complete the task given to us by the mistress within the stipulated time.” Dallyn clenched her fists, and as she looked into Jayden Moore’s eyes, she saw the same determination reflected back.
Dallyn silently began counting down: three…two…one… 𝓷ℴ𝓿𝓹𝓾𝒷.𝓬𝓸𝓂
“Hello, Ms.
Grant.” The two guards bowed respectfully.
Dallyn turned her head to see a tall, slender woman in a professional suit approaching them.
The woman had a snakeskin bag in her hand.
Despite her low-key attire, her accessories were anything but ordinary.
This was no ordinary secretary.
The woman seemingly saw Dallyn and Jayden Moore too, raising an eyebrow: “What is happening?”
Her question was directed at the two guards.
“Ms.
Grant, these kids are making a ruckus, claiming they want to meet Mr.
Iver.
It’s absolutely ridiculous.
I’m just about to chase them awayss ! ”
Dallyn quickly interjected: “Ms.
Grant, right?
I have something very important in my hand which is related to Mr.
Iver’s future, he will not regret seeing it once he takes a look.”
Ms.
Grant raised her eyebrow again: “Oh?
Little girl, this is not a place for you to joke around, you’d better go home.”
Dallyn crossed her arms across her chest and said cheerfully, “Most of the people in this world are very superficial, it’s disappointing to see that even the secretary in this building is no different.
Since it is so, I will take my leave.”
As she passed Ms.
Grant, Dallyn whispered so that only the two of them could hear, “Ms.
Grant, you look quite haggard.
Maybe you didn’t handle Mr.
Iver’s affair very well?”
With that, she strutted away.
Dallyn confidently strode away, counting down under her breath, “Three, two, one.”
Finally, when she counted down to one, a slightly panicked voice came from behind her, “Wait…”
The two guards watched as Ms.
Grant respectfully escorted the two children into the building.
They were so astonished their jaws almost dropped, what was happening?
The elevator ascended, the closed space oppressive and suffocating.
In stealth, Ms.
Grant’s fingers tapped out a text message on her phone’s screen and sent it.
A murderous intent quietly surfaced in her eyes.
“Buzz Buzz Buzz”.
A fly somehow found its way into the elevator, quite odd for this season.
Before Ms.
Grant had time to think about it, she watched as the quiet young man extended a stick.
The next moment, the buzzing of the fly ended.
Wide-eyed in disbelief, Ms.
Grant pressed her back against the cool elevator wall.
Her heart was even colder.
The young man murmured regretfully: “Such delicious roasted lamb, I hadn’t finished it yet.”
At the other end of the skewer was the impaled fly, buzzing its wings, struggling at the edge of death.
Suddenly, the young man held the fly up to her face: “The cleanliness of your building is lacking, there are even flies.”
His innocent eyes were deceptive.
Ms.
Grant’s hands started to sweat.
