Chapter 232 No More Running

In the dimly lit office, the assistant handed a letter over to his boss. “A middle-aged man gave this to me,” he said, pausing for effect. “It includes a photo of Cyril... and an address.” The boss smirked as he skimmed through the contents. So, Cyril had made an enemy. Someone was out for revenge. “Send a team to check it out,” he said, his voice calm but cold. “If it’s legit, bring him to me.” Cyril. You’ve been on the run for years now. How’s life been treating you? The boss thought. … Meanwhile, in the quiet garden, Tristan and Nova sat watching Ivy chase butterflies across the lawn. Her tiny legs could barely keep up, but she was determined. “Daddy, look!” Ivy squealed, pointing at a small butterfly fluttering just out of reach. “It’s so pretty!” Tristan smiled, but his attention shifted when he saw Lionel walking toward them, looking more serious than usual. Lionel clearly didn’t want to interrupt their family moment, but something urgent had come up—Tristan could tell