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    Jason’s expression shifted to one of cold calction. He smiled, a predator’s grin. He drew the pistol from his waist and pressed its cold muzzle against Lanny’s forehead.


    Lanny’s words died in his throat as sweat ran down his spine like melting ice.


    Jason’s voice remained calm, almost detached, as he continued his verdict. “When I was six years old, my grandfather asked me a question that would define my entire existence: Did I want to be the eternal guardian of the Evans family, cing its welfare above all else and serving whichever heir imed the throne? I answered without hesitation—yes. From that moment, my grandfather dedicated the best resources to forge me into the weapon I’ve be. My whole existence revolves around protecting the Evans legacy and ensuring Cole’s rightful ce in it. No force on earth will change that.”


    Jason’s gaze never wavered as he added, “Lanny, it’s been twenty years since you joined my ranks. You know the code I live by. And yet, you betrayed me. You nearly set a disaster in motion that could have destroyed everything. I cannot permit—”


    “Your continued existence… For the memories we once shared, I’ll grant you a single final request. If it’s reasonable, I’ll make it happen.”


    Terror paralyzed Lanny’s thoughts as Jason’s pronouncement echoed like a funeral bell. His disbelieving stare searched Jason’s face for mercy that no longer existed. “Mr. Evans, are you truly going to end my life with your own hands?”


    Jason’s voice carried the finality of a judge delivering a sentence. “I’ve spoken these words before, and they remain unchanged. The Evans family’s interestes first. My sworn duty demands the elimination of every threat that dares challenge its supremacy.”


    Lanny’s survival instincts wed at his throat as he gasped, “I merely followed your mother’smands! That doesn’t constitute betrayal!”


    Jason’s sneer could have curdled blood. “I’ve already made my position crystal clear—not even my mother possesses the authority to override my will. You deceived me, executed actions that vite everything I represent, and now the price must be paid in full.”


    As Jason spoke these words of damnation, he disengaged the safety with an audible click and positioned his finger against the trigger’s edge.


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    Upon hearing the pistol’s safety click into release, Lanny’s words tumbled out in desperation, “Mr. Evans, I have ast wish!”


    “Speak.” Jason’s expression remained carved from stone.


    Lanny’s voice fractured with trembling. “As an orphan, I’ve viewed your mother as family. Before I die, I want to have a video call with her.”


    The request masked Lanny’s true intention—he wasn’t seeking final words with Irene, but hoping she would talk to Jason for his sake. This gamble represented his sole thread of survival.


    Given Jason’s merciless demeanor, Lanny expected swift rejection, and the refusal would seal his fate.


    To his surprise, Jason agreed. “Okay.”


    Lanny’s eyes widened, disbelief flooding his features as he stared up at Jason.


    Jason’s gaze remained distant and cold as he withdrew the pistol from Lanny’s forehead.


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