The Harmons were naturally curious since Dustin and Michael’s conversation went on for some time. “Nothing much. Mr. Robinson just requested that I take care of Abigail in the future,” Dustin replied. “That’s all? That can’t be.” Trent was suspicious.
“Yeah.” Dustin shrugged. He knew that Abigail’s identity as the Grand Sorceress shouldn’t be made known for her safety.
“Alright, let’s set aside other matters for now. Our priority is to capture the Dark Lord. As long as he is alive, the Harmons will be in danger.” Hector changed the subject.
“Jacob has gone after him with some of his men. I wonder how he’s doing.” Trent was slightly worried. Although the Dark Lord was severely injured, he was still a Grandmaster martial artist. It would be a challenge to capture him.
“Mr. Hector…” At that moment, the butler rushed into the meeting room, holding a square gift box.
“What’s wrong?” Hector looked over at him.
“Mr. Hector, someone outside just passed us a gift earlier, asking us to deliver it to Mr. Rhys,” the butler responded.
“For me?” Dustin was perplexed. “What is it?”
“I’m not sure. That person said it was a surprise.” The butler shook his head.
“A surprise? I’m curious now.” Dustin smiled as he slowly opened up the box. Everyone else in the room watched, and their expressions transformed instantly. Inside the box was the severed and bloody head of the Dark Lord!
Meanwhile, inside the Grant family mansion, Tyler sat alone in his study, engrossed in a game of chess. Suddenly, a fleeting shadow glided by the corner. Moments later, a woman with a mask resembling a water droplet emerged slowly from the shadows.
“What?” Tyler remained focused on the chessboard, never once looking up.
“Master, I just received news that the Dark Lord failed. He didn’t manage to get his hands on the treasure map,” the masked woman reported in a hushed voice.
“What?” Tyler’s brows furrowed. “That trash! I spent all those resources to help him attain the level of a grandmaster, but he ends up not being able to deal with the Harmons? He’s better off
dead!”
“Something unexpected happened today, master. Michael Robinson appeared and injured the
Dark Lord,” the masked woman said.
“Michael Robinson? What was he doing at the Harmons?” Tyler was confused.
The masked woman replied, “Based on my investigation, the Harmons helped out Michael once. I
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guess today was the day he repaid the favor.”
I didn’t expect the Harmons to have hidden a trump card.” Tyler was deep in thought.
Master, should we kidnap Natasha and threaten Hector to reveal the treasure map?” The masked woman suddenly asked.
“That’s a bad idea.” Tyler shook his head. “Once the existence of the treasure map is revealed, it will attract others’ attention. Not to mention, Natasha’s identity is somewhat special. Her maternal grandfather is no ordinary person. We can’t make a move on her for now. Hector is also stubborn and persistent, so it will be hard to snatch the treasure map from him: Since it’s difficult to deal with Hector, let’s change our approach.”
Tyler smiled as if he thought of something. “Traditionally, the treasure map has always been kept by the family patriarch. As long as we can sow discord among the Harmons and manipulate the succession of a new patriarch, our problem will be resolved naturally.”
“Master, you are a genius.” The masked woman caught on immediately.
“Go on. There is no room for failure this time.” Tyler waved his hand, gesturing for her to leave. “Yes, master!” The woman responded and vanished right away.
