Tom Malfoy,
Andrew ckwood’s illegitimate son.
Asher’s eyes darkened like ink. “He’s in Russia, yet kés reach extends quire fart
Lucas stood nervously to the side, scarcely daring to breathe.
Asher spoke coldly: “Since he’s made his move, I see no reason to be courteous. I hear in resety secu ma project in Russia?”
Lucas responded: “Yes, sir<b>. </b>He finalised it just recently. In recent years, Tom Malloy beat’s only developed its influence in Russia but has also cultivated supporters in several smaller rigtowing couns, satsing
dedicated facilities…”
<b>“</b><b>Hmph</b>.” Asher’s lips curved slightly, “Send him a weing gift. That project cannot be allowed to pros
Lucas responded promptly: “Yes, sir.”
Asher continued: “Were Malfoy’s people also responsible for killing Vanesh!”
“Yes,” Lucas replied gravely. “It seems once she outlived her usefulness, he eliminated her to restone all traces
Asher narrowed his eyes, a cold fury emanating <b>from </b><b>him</b><b>. </b><b>“</b><b>That’s </b>certainly consistent with <b>us </b>usual methods*
Contempt for thew, casual murder, utterly devoid of humanity.
Asher’s expression hardened. “Since he’s evidently bored, let’s give <b>him </b>something to oumpy himself with Contact Alistair Talbot in Russia and have <b>him </b>assist <b>in </b>dealing with Malfoy<b>, </b>That project must be taken <b>from </b>him at all costs; he cannot be allowed to proceed.”
“Understood!”
Russia, Tom Malfoy’s private estate.
The phone on the bedside table had been <b>ringing </b>for ages.
After automatically disconnecting, it immediately rang again<b>, </b>like a death knell.
“Tom…. your phone’s been <b>ringing </b>for ages… aren’t you going to answer it?” the woman asked between shallow
breaths.
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Tom remained silent, his entrancing eyes glinting with amusement, a sheen <b>of </b>sweat forming on his brow. He was already handsome with an air of wickedness, but desire had made him even more captivating.
The woman caught her breath at the sight, bing lost in his gaze, surrenderingpletely to the moment.
Grace Bet had made numerous calls that went unanswered.
Her heart grew increasingly cold.
As time ticked <i>by</i>, her tension and unease intensified.
“Miss Bet, has Mr. Malfoy still not answered his phone?” her bodyguard inquired.
Grace’s face turned deathly pale, her voice trembling: “He’s likely abandoning me. I’m nothing but a disposable pawn now…”
Two days before the engagement ceremony, Arno Jones, Tom Malfoy’s operative in Ennd, had approached her, instructing her to assist Vanessa in disrupting the event.
She had hoped to use Vanessa to eliminate Thalia, but through a twist of fate, Asher had been injured instead.
Fortunately, Tom Malfoy’s influence was considerable, and Arno Jones, his operative in Ennd, was shrewd. The ckwood family had not traced the engagement ceremony incident back to them.
She had thought the matter was over, but then the ckwoods had somehow found Vanessa.
Vanessa’s silencing was undoubtedly on Tom Malfoy’s orders.
Would she be next?
Would Tom Malfoy silence her first, or would the ckwood family discover her involvement?
Russia,
Tom Malfoy had just satisfied himself and was now reclining against the headboard, smoking contentedly.
The womany naked against him, her slender, pale hand tracing across his tanned chest.
“Tom, was that one of your little girlfriends calling? I thought once you had me, you’d forget about her. Didn’t expect you’d call her back.”
Emboldened by how well she’d pleased Tom, the woman yfully expressed her jealousy.
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Tom took a drag of his cigarette, exhaling smoke rings with satisfaction.
The white smoke swirled, partially obscuring his features.
He smirked, lifting the woman’s chin with his hand, gazing deeply into her eyes with his captivating expression, his smile rakish and unrestrained.
“What lover could satisfy me as well as you do? She’s merely a pawn. She still has some use, so I’ll keep her afloat for now. Once she loses her value, she’ll be worth less than your Be.”
The woman, Valeria Petrov, was one of Tom’s mistresses.
Be was her dog, a snowy Samoyed.
Hearing Tom’s exnation, Valeria’s red lips curved into a smile, a sweet feeling spreading through her heart like
honey.
The woman coyly chided him: “Tom, how can you talk about another girl like that?”
Valeria’s coquettishness was alluring, her eyes inviting, thoroughly enticing.
Tom smiled, lifting Valeria’s chin and leaning down to kiss her.
His desire was intense; though he had just found release, Valeria’s flirtation had aroused him again.
They entangled themselves in passionate abandon, the sensual atmosphere lingering long afterward.
After speaking with Tom<b>, </b>Grace’s suspended anxiety finally eased.
It seemed she still held value for him.
Since Tom had personally assured her that Vanessa’s situation wouldn’t affect her, he must be confident the ckwoods wouldn’t trace anything back to her.
Atst, she could sleep peacefully.
In the ckwood family study.
Asher had reported everything about Tom Malfoy’s actions to his grandfather and father, Andrew ckwood.
Andrew’s expression was grim.
On the desk sat aptop, its screen showing the livid face of the ckwood patriarch.
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The elder Mr. ckwood was on a video call with Andrew, his voice filled with authority: “Andrew<i>, </i>I told you from the beginning that illegitimate son should never have been spared. You shouldn’t have been soft hearted; Asher alone is sufficient as the ckwood heir.”
Andrew looked both guilty and regretful, his expression troubled.
“Father, I was wrong in this matter, I shouldn’t have been so sentimental. I only considered that he carried our ckwood blood…”
The elder Mr. ckwood’s face reddened with anger as he berated his son: “Because of your momentarypassion, we now face disaster! Look at what he’s done! Killing people without a second thought! That’s three
human lives!”
Asher stood quietly to the side, not speaking.
Andrew lowered his head as he listened to his father’s reprimand, not daring to offer a single word of defence. “You’re right.” Andrew kept his head bowed as his father continued to castigate him.
The patriarch was thoroughly enraged, venting his considerable fury through theputer screen.
He held a significant position in government in London, and leaving the capital required official approval, so he couldn’t return immediately. He could only discipline his inept son via video call.
After berating Andrew at length, the elder ckwood finally calmed himself.
He spoke in a measured tone: “Let me speak with Asher.”
“Yes.” Andrew turned theptop toward Asher, who stood nearby.
“Grandfather,” Asher greeted respectfully.
The patriarch raised his gaze to look at Asher, his expression serious. “What do you intend to do next?”
Asher replied: “Tom has recently secured a major project. I n to make him suffer for it. He’s invested considerable time and resources in this project<b>; </b>its failure would be devastating for him.”
“Good.” The patriarch responded grimly. “Teach him that the ckwood family is not to be trifled with.”
“However…” the patriarch continued, his expression grave, his tone weighty: “Judging by his methods, he’s aplete psychopath. Now that you’re engaged in conflict with him, you must be thoroughly prepared.”
Asher lowered his eyes, his tone neutral: “I understand. It was only due to ack of preparedness that he seeded previously.”
The patriarch nodded slightly. “You’ve always been reliable, far more so than your father.”
He cast a displeased nce at Andrew, who stood with his head bowed nearby.
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Andrew dared not offer a single word in his defence.
After a moment.
The patriarch addressed Asher: “Asher, you’re quite grown now. It’s time for you to take over the family affairs<b>. </b><b>I </b>know that previously, with your limited authority, many investigations and actions were difficult to pursue. Given recent events, transferring the family’s power and business to you will aid you in dealing with Tom. I understand he’s done quite well abroad in recent years; his influence is not to be underestimated. Don’t be careless.”
Asher responded calmly: “Yes, Grandfather. Rest assured, I know what to do.”
The patriarch nodded. “I’ve always trusted your judgement, except for that impulsive moment when you took a knife for Thalia.”
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