Nolan’s expression dimmed. “No one is allowed to mention this. And pay close attention to the latest
news. As soon as it’s reported in the country, you’re to immediately suppress and block the news.”.
Quincy nodded. “Yes.”
It was evening in Yaramoor. Zeta walked into the manor, took off her coat, handed it to the servant, and
stepped into the study.
She walked to the fireplace, leaned over next to Madam Knowles, and reported something. Madam
Knowles, who was lying on the rocking chair, slowly opened her eyes. “Was everything done flawlessly?”
Zeta nodded. “Bob claimed that he didn’t leave anyone alive behind. Madam Knowles beckoned to the
poodle lying at her feet. The poodle stood up, shook its body, and jumped into Madam Knowles’s arms.
She then stroked the poodle’s fur. “That’s great. The young one is now dead. We’ll just leave the two old
ones alive and let them live their remaining years in grief and regrets.”
A commotion came from outside the study, and it was Tristan. He knocked out the three bodyguards who
were on standby outside and broke into the study.
Zeta’s expression changed slightly when she saw Tristan.
There were still visible snowflakes on Tristan’s shoulders. It seemed that he had come here in the heavy
snow and the aura that he was emitting felt murderous and cold. He took off his hat and glared at Zeta
expressionlessly. “I knew it. You’re indeed a spy that my mother sent.”
Zeta lowered her head and did not say anything.
Madam Knowles looked at Tristan. “So what if you’ve guessed it? That little b* stard has died. So what
now? Are you telling me that you ‘re going to come at me for that?”
Tristan chuckled. “You’ve always regarded me as your enemy ever since I was a child. So do I even
qualify to be on the same side as you, Mother?”
“Presumptuous!” Madam Knowles sat up straight and gave him a sharp glare. “If you weren’t the brat
that I gave birth to myself, I would ‘ve killed you ages ago.”
Tristan stepped forward slowly. “It’s not too late if you want to do it now. Since you’re the one who
brought me into this world, I won’t mind if you wish to take it back. Go ahead.”
Madam Knowles stood up abruptly, raised her hand, and slapped him. The slap echoed through the
study, and Tristan’s cheek felt numb
The bodyguards who came after getting the intruder alert were all taken aback and froze in place outside
the door. Even Zeta did not dare to say a word and only watched the whole process silently.
Madam Knowles gnashed her teeth. “Yes, I hate you. I hate you for being my son. How would I have
given birth to you, a useless piece
of sh*t, if it weren’t for that man?”
Tristan stroked the mark on his cheek. He looked expressionless when it happened as he was already
numb deep down. He then grinned. “Yeah, apart from giving birth to me, you’ve played no part in raising
me. So to me, I’ve never had a mother in all my life.’ “You. ..” Madam Knowles was about to raise her
hand again when someone came in from outside to reiterate the message that came from the Cliffords in
Octavia.
Madam Knowles paused.
Tristan straightened his coat. “Madam Knowles, I’ll remember everything that you’ve done deep in my
heart. You’re getting older by the day, and it’s time to start to think about the rest of your life.’ Tristan left
the study indifferently, and Madam Knowles stood there and watched him leave as her face dimmed
gradually
The bodyguard came into the study and lowered his head. “Madam, Elder Master Clifford has a message
for you. He said his cooperation with you ends from today onward, and he also said…
Madam Knowles’s gaze looked stern. “What did he say?”
The bodyguard replied, “He also said that he will settle an account with you.” Nolan had gotten back to
Bussburgh together with Daisie, and Maisie had been waiting for them at the airport half an hour in
advance.
Seeing Nolan walk out of Exit T2, Maisie ran straight toward him with a wide smile.
Nolan hugged her, buried her in his arms, and laughed. “Did you miss me?”
Maisie saw the gazes of the surrounding passengers, and only then did she notice where they were and
pushed him away gently, “What
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