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Chapter: 775
After he finished confessing to his crime, the priest continued calmly, “Next is the last one, and also the
most important person in confession.”
Without him saying who it was, everyone already had a feeling about the identity of the culprit as they
all looked towards Darian standing next to the coffin.
The irritation brewing inside Darian was palpable, surging like a teapot on the brink of spewing steam.
He was caught off guard by Theodore’s elaborate scheme, aimed at nothing but dragging his dignity
through the dirt.
Driven by fury, Darian’s voice rang out. “Damn it, Theodore! You are going to hell!”
“Bang!” In a split second, a gunshot echoed, a bullet embedding itself just next to Darian’s foot. Gasps
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtof shock and shrieks of fear filled the air.
Startled, Ariana shifted her gaze to the shooter.
It was Horace who had fired the shot.
Darian paled at the audacity of the act, his forehead glistening with cold beads of sweat. He looked
taken aback, but quickly mastered his features, leveling a stern glare at Theodore. His voice was biting
when he asked, “What are you up to? I’m your father! Are you planning to murder your own father?
Don’t you fear the curses that’ll haunt you?”
The word ‘father’ seemed like a joke coming from Darian’s Lips, making Theodore smirk.
Darian was the Last person who should wield that title.
Theodore locked eyes with Darian, and the coldness in his gaze sent a shiver down Darian’s spine.
He signaled Horace to retreat with a casual wave of his hand. “I’m not going to kill you,” he chuckled,
“That’s too simple. But if you don’t cooperate, I can’t promise where the next bullet will Land.”
Darian could only seethe in silent fury. His stare bore into Theodore, his skin turning a sickly shade of
white. His fingers twitched uncontrollably in his rising ire.
In response, Theodore subtly motioned to his bodyguard. Stepping forward, the bodyguard
manhandled Darian, forcing him to kneel in front of the coffin.
The priest stood before him, brandishing a cross and murmuring solemn prayers.
“Merciful Father, guide the wayward Darian from the abyss of sin with your divine compassion, let
Darian, the sinner—”
“Enough!” Darian cut off his prayer, his mouth twitching with barely restrained irritation. He couldn’t
bear it.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe attempted to free himself from the grip of the bodyguard, but to no avail. With an upward glance, he
shouted, “The Anderson Group is mine.
I am the head of the Anderson family! What audacity to treat me so!
You’re all lunatics! I am the master of the Anderson family! You are all traitors!”
His enraged yells echoed in the room when abruptly, the chill of a gun barrel pressed into the back of
his skull, cutting him off.
Shock froze him in place.
“I’m not blessed with infinite patience, nor time to squander on you.”
Theodore’s voice was cold as ice as his finger lingered over the gun’s safety catch.
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