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    Gerry, who often liked to appear knowledgeable and in control, now shook visibly, his usual facade crumbling.


    “I’ve always known Paul to be a no-nonsense man, merciless in his dealings.


    It wouldn’t be unlike him to respond harshly.”


    Crosby’s anxiety spiked, and he replied, “What should we do, then?” At that moment, Gerry’s phone vibrated.


    He nced at it—a message from Aelfric… Aelfric’s curiosity was eating away at him.


    He needed answers—who Brian really was now and how the Nash family was connected to Everett.


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    Waiting for Gerry’s report was unbearable, and he kept nudging Gerry over and over, too restless to hold back.


    He had just sent the tenth message.


    Aelfric, once the deputy chief instructor of the Doomsday Base and the head of the Warren family in Blebert, had never felt this anxious.


    His usual calm had unraveledpletely.


    Atst, Gerry had found the information Aelfric needed, but it hadn’te soon enough to soothe Aelfric’s growing frustration.


    His patience was shot, and the respect he usually showed Gerry had vanished.


    Aelfric’s next message was biting.


    “Gerry, are you really that useless? You’re part of the Nash family, and you still haven’t figured out Brian’s new identity?”


    Gerry read Aelfric’s words, and it was like a p to the face.


    The sting of embarrassment was sharp, but he pushed down his pride and forced a smile, hiding the irritation bubbling beneath.


    “Mr. Warren,” Gerry replied, “I was just about to update you.


    Brian just spoke to us.


    He revealed his new identity to everyone.


    He is none other than the owner of the Sunrise—Paul.”


    In the banquet hall, Aelfric sat quietly in his wheelchair, his expression nk.


    But when he read Gerry’s message, shock surged through him, and he instinctively shot to his feet.


    The wheelchair had never been about his legs; his real injury was in his chest, keeping him seated.


    But at that moment, he forgot everything else, and pain exploded in his chest—sharp and punishing, as if reminding him why he shouldn’t have moved.


    The pain forced him to slump back into his wheelchair, his face twisted in distress.


    His lips quivered, and sweat began to form on his forehead, gleaming under the bright lights.


    Guests nearby exchanged startled looks, their confusion clear.


    No one had any clue what had just happened to Aelfric.


    Dennis stepped closer, his voiceced with worry.


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