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    That small, intimate gesture gnawed at him. His blood boiled.


    His eyes narrowed, their depths glinting with frost.


    He wanted nothing more than to cut off Dn’s hands so they would never touch Christina again.


    Besty had fallen, but he refused to believe he would share her fate.


    Christina was his. He would never allow anyone to take her away.


    In his mind, ns began to form—to kill Dn and crush the Scott family in one swift move.


    Just then, his phone rang, slicing through the silence.


    He frowned but answered.


    It was his grandfather.


    Before leaving, he had already told his subordinate to let his grandfather know what happened the moment he woke. A few coughs echoed from the other end, followed by the frail but firm voice of the old man.


    “Grandfather, please take care of yourself. I’ll find the best doctor in the world for you. You’ll recover soon. I promise,” Terrence said softly.


    “The leader of the Phantom Guild in Violetford… You’ve heard of him, haven’t you?” the old man asked, his tone carrying quiet authority even over the phone.


    “Of course. But why bring him up all of a sudden?” Terrence replied, frowning.


    The Phantom Guild was a name that struck both fear and respect. It had risen from the shadows only seven years ago, yet it stood firm in Violetford, a city crawling with dangerous, deep-rooted syndicates.


    Their leader was no ordinary man.


    What made them even more extraordinary was how they thrived without touching drugs or human trafficking, yet held power equal to ancient underworld ns.


    Terrence had first heard whispers about the legendary leader of the Phantom Guild back when he was in Violetford. The leader was the sort of name people loved to gossip about. At the mere mention of him, folks wouldunch into breathless tales of his supposed feats.


    Terrence found himself drawn to the mystery surrounding the man. Yet the leader was like a shadow—always discussed, never seen.


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    Some even imed the leader was nothing but a phantom invented by Phantom Guild members.


    Still, Terrence was certain the leader existed; to him, the man was simply a master of disguise and concealment.


    The leader might even rival the mysterious King, who appeared and vanished like mist.


    Only King could reach people unseen, and no one ever caught him.


    Terrence had little hope of finding King this time around.


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