88: All Rights

Alexa My sneakers slammed hard along the hallway of Mr. Darius Scott’s house. I could hardly believe all this. How could this cunning old man mess with things that were clearly Harlow’s rightful title? As far as I knew, Gabriel had gone into exile today. He repented, and we forgave each other. He accepted his defeat and agreed to serve his sentence. So why was his uncle still messing up my plans with Harlow? Although some servants called out to stop me, I insisted on seeing Mr. Darius. The hallway on the second floor was dim. This house filled with portraits of Mr. Darius and all the ancestors of the Scott family. The gazes in those paintings seemed to judge me and disapprove of my presence. They might have known I was about to tear this house apart. As I was about to reach the door to Mr. Darius’s study, it opened from the inside. A man I knew well walked out with a tense jaw and a flushed face. “Harlow? You’re here? Did you also get a message from Mr. Darius?” I asked him, blocking h