Chapter 1367:
Silence stretched between them until Joseph finally lifted his gaze, a predatory gleam flickering in his eyes. “I’m with you. I’ll reach out to Lucian and claim this project as ours.”
Theo’s grin split his face wide. “Joseph, this is it—our golden ticket back into the Spencer Group. Once we deliver this deal, my grandpa and the board will have no choice but to welcome us back to headquarters.”
That moment had haunted Theo’s dreams for months. Ever since Wesley exiled him to Tauledo, he’d been plotting his resurrection—but opportunities had slipped through his fingers like sand.
Gerald’s favoritism burned in Theo’s chest like acid. Wesley got the crown while Theo didn’t even receive a consolation prize.
Theo figured that if Gerald wouldn’t hand him power, he’d seize it himself. His fingers traced the jagged scar across his neck, hatred blazing in his eyes. “I want Wesley to taste the bitterness of being crushed under someone’s heel.”
Joseph’s gaze locked onto the scar, his own expression hardening into something dangerous.
Theo shot to his feet and made for the door. “I’ll track down where Lucian is staying.”
“Stop right there.” Joseph’s command cut through the air like a blade. “You’ll stay out of this. I’ll handle everything.”
Theo’s face twisted with frustration. “What’s wrong? You think I can’t manage something that simple?”
The constant comparisons to Wesley gnawed at Theo’s soul like a parasite. Why was he always cast as the inferior one? Wesley had simply won life’s lottery—his well-born mother had left him a fortune that made Gerald favor him enough to raise him.
Meanwhile, Theo’s mother had no money, no status, and even caused him to be on the sidelines.
After his last crushing defeat, Theo had sworn a blood oath—he would destroy Wesley and prove his worth once and for all.
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Joseph’s eyes became slits. “You got burned alive last time and still learned nothing? You’ll never rise above mediocrity if you keep charging in like a raging bull.”
Fury boiled in Theo’s veins, but he swallowed his pride and returned.
Joseph’s voice turned instructional, almost paternal. “Listen carefully—secrets are currency, and loose tongues are bankruptcy. Until we seal this deal, absolute silence is our shield. Every power player in Klathe is watching Lucian. If you start sniffing around in broad daylight, you won’t just sabotage us—you’ll gift-wrap our strategy for Wesley.”
Theo’s jaw clenched. “Fine. I’ll stay out of it then.”
Two days later, Joseph discovered Lucian’s sanctuary—a fortress-like manor hidden on Klathe’s outskirts.
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