Chapter 959

Frederick narrowed his eyes, silently observing Judson. Despite the years they'd spent apart, some habits—subtle tics, involuntary tells—never faded. Even with a mask of calm plastered across Judson’s face, Frederick saw right through him. “You think you've been hiding in the shadows while I stood exposed under the sun,” Frederick said, his voice cold and razor-sharp. “But that’s your mistake. The most skilled hunters often *appear* to be prey.” He took a step forward, tone steady, gaze locked onto Judson’s. “You’ve watched every move I’ve made. But in truth… you’ve never been hidden from me.” He gestured toward the blinking monitors. “As you said, the Fuller family left me people. And if you know *who* they are, then you should understand exactly what they’re capable of. Your explosives may seem sophisticated to others—but to them?” He tilted his head. “Child’s play.” Judson’s expression tightened, warping into something ugly—something close to deranged. “So what if the bombs are disa