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    A yful spark lit Raegan’s eyes as she looked him over. “I’ve seen you before, so what’s with all the disguise? And honestly, that shaven-headed look you wore earlier — it weirdly suited you better.”


    Austen gave a gentleugh but chose to remain silent.


    Raegan’s expression shifted as the mood grew heavier. “I’ll speak with the leader directly about your return. Tomorrow, I want you in Otruitho to finish what I left behind.”


    “Understood.” Austen nodded once. “But I need a few more days here. There are some loose ends I still have to deal with.”


    His eyes narrowed, and though his voice remained even, there was tension beneath the surface — like a storm barely held back.


    Before leaving Wront behind, there was one more person he needed to confront — his elder brother, Axell.


    Later that evening, Austen made his way back to the Nelson estate. Crossing the threshold, he was immediately met with muffled voices andughter drifting from the master bedroom.


    A faint scowl touched his lips, and a sharp breath escaped as he muttered, “Looks like Axell dragged another woman home again.”


    Rather than disturb whatever scene was unfolding behind that door, he kept walking and headed straight for the living room. In a cold voice, he asked, “Who’s in there with him this time?”


    The mansion’s butler appeared quickly, bowing low in a practiced motion. No one in the house dared to offend Austen, the second son of the Nelson family, known for his cold temper. With the utmost respect, the butler answered, “It’s—”


    “Miss Rosanna from the Morgan family.”


    “Rosanna?” That name made Austen pause, his brow lifting slightly.


    If he had to guess, this was Axell’s way of getting back at him—retribution for what Jarrod had done.


    A quietugh slipped from Austen, tinged with disinterest. It seemed some sort of deal had been struck; otherwise, Axell wouldn’t let it go, given his personality.


    Austen let out a sigh, shaking his head with mild exasperation. “If he’d put even half as much effort into thepany as he does chasing women, we’d be unstoppable.”


    Austen had long since walked away from the fight for power. The title of heir meant nothing to him, which was why he’d passed the mantle to Axell without a second thought. But dealing with his older brother wasn’t exactly simple. If it hadn’t been for their parents’ dying wish—asking him to stand by Axell—he wouldn’t be involved in any of this.<fn228c> Checktest chapters at find?novel</fn228c>


    Right then, the butler stepped forward, holding out an envelope.


    “Mr. Austen Nelson, this is from Mr. Axell Nelson. He asked that you receive it personally.”


    “A letter?” Austen’s brow lifted as he took it, curiosity flickering in his eyes. He unfolded the envelope and pulled out an invitation—elegantly printed and formal in design.


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