Novel Titanic
Chapter 1290
Chapter 1290
Beverley's eyes widened with a mix of shock and intrigue. If those two rascals, Kane and William, could
pull off magic tricks, she definitely had to learn a thing or two from them.
Springing up from the couch, she announced, “I'm off to find Kane and William.”
As her figure receded, Aurelia's lips curled into a teasing smile, “When Beverley gets wind of the truth,
she's gonna be so steamed she’ll want to take a swing at William.”
Leopold sipped his tea, his eyes contemplative. Once Geoffrey was out of the picture, William could
finally drop the charade and be himself again.
In a secluded valley, hidden from the prying eyes of the world, sat a secret estate perched on the edge
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On the balcony, a man lounged in a wrought iron patio chair, indifferently savoring his drink. He was tall
and lean, with an unsettling pallor. His features were devilishly handsome, exuding an air of sinister
allure.
He reveled in the chilly winds that swept up from the ravine, which lent his delicate, almost effeminate
visage an extra touch of icy malevolence as if he were a vampire lord who had lain dormant for
centuries.
A woman approached him, “Boss, everything is in place for the battle. We're sure to beat Leopold this
time.”
The man, Geoffrey, let a sly, almost diabolical smile play across his lips, “If it weren’t for that fool,
Skyler, betraying us, Leopold would have been six feet under by now.”
“Mr. Skyler got seduced by Aurelia’s silver tongue. That woman has a way of wrapping people around
her finger,” the woman remarked.
Geoffrey popped a cherry into his mouth, a shiver of murderous intent radiating from within him, “A
femme fatale if ever there was one. If she had died earlier, how would Leopold have had the heart to
fight me?”
"That woman is Leopold's Achilles heel." The woman said.
“Luck's always been on her side, surviving a bomb and a fall into the ocean. It's not easy to take her
out. Now that AK Group is in dire straits, we can't afford a drawn-out battle. It has to be swift and
decisive.”
Ever since Tanya was confined to that isolated island, he had lost her financial backing and couldn't
afford a war of attrition.
After a pause, his voice dropped an octave, “Any word on Tanya?”
“No,” the woman shook her head, “Our people have been scouring the Caribbean, searching numerous
islands, but there's still no sign of her.”
A dark, ominous glint flashed in Geoffrey's eyes. “Keep looking.”
“The sea is vast, like searching for a needle in a haystack. It would be much easier if we had exact
coordinates,” the woman said.
Subject to rigorous training, Tanya intended to mold him into a heartless assassin. From a young age,
he was forbidden from forming attachments. The pets he'd secretly nurtured were cruelly forced from
him, and if he showed hesitation, he'd be locked away without food or water. Read at
But he had never known the joy of receiving a gift and had never celebrated a birthday. He had never
been taught what love was.