Chapter 904

James, who was basking under the sun at Manor No. 1, called Joseph, who had just returned to Summerland. They intended to head to Jorsproburgh to deal with Zoey and Margot. "My dad heard that the five families are going to join forces to confront the young lord. Zoey's going to be the bait." "Does that mean we can't touch her for now?" James questioned, sounding annoyed. "At least for now. Let's wait until the young lord is dead, then we can have Seraphine test the waters." "Sera wouldn't seek revenge on Zoey, would she?" Joseph snickered. "It won't just be Zoey. Seraphine has gone insane. You'd better stay away from her." Putting down his phone, James felt slightly disappointed. Just then, Owen Sykes, the patriarch of the Sykes family who hadn't shown up in 30 years, suddenly appeared. He seemed to be in a good mood, sauntering toward James as he glanced around at the opulent estate he built. When he went into solitude at Clouding Mountain, James wasn't born yet. They were two generations apart, but James still recognized him at first glance. "You must be my great-grandfather." Glancing at James' legs, Owen nodded and asked, "Did Cyrus do this to your legs?" "It was his subordinate, Hank." "You useless piece of shit. You're a disgrace to our family! Also, is Jessie—the one who became a nun—your sister?" Owen asked. "Yes, Great-Grandfather." "I'll break her legs if I run into her someday. As a Sykes, she should be sacrificing herself for the family instead of becoming a nun!" Owen declared solemnly, not showing even a trace of affection toward his family. He was nothing like a loving great-grandfather. At that moment, Theodore hurried over and asked, "Dad, you're finally here. Why didn't you tell me?" "Why should l? I'm just wandering around." "Dad, what do you think we should do with Manor No. 1?" Glancing at the grand six-story manor, Owen replied, "Leave it as it is. Theo, you might be the second eldest, but you don't have what it takes. Got it?" Theodore's face flushed red with anger, but he didn't dare to refute it. Unlike Moses, Owen wouldn't just let his son talk back to him without any consequences. If it were up to him, he would kill even his own son. "Dad, Jethro is here." "Is he Moses' eldest son?" "That's right." "What gives him the right to attend the meeting between the five elders? Is Moses not coming?" "I've no idea what's going on." As Owen prepared to leave, he reminded James, "Come with me to Jorsproburgh tomorrow morning. Since it was Hank who crippled you, you must avenge yourself." "Understood, Great-Grandfather." "You're not qualified to become part of our family if you can't avenge yourself." … At the pavilion in front of Sage Chamber, Jethro was waiting to be invited in. Seeing Owen approach, he greeted, "It's been a while, Owen." "Don't fucking call me that," Owen snapped. Throwing the letter of challenge in Jethro's face, he questioned, "Did you issue this duel?" "This was my father's decision." Owen sneered, "I haven't been out in 30 years, and I certainly hadn't expected that sons making decisions in their fathers' stead is the trend now." Despite Owen's indifferent attitude, Jethro didn't dare to act up. After all, Owen wasn't his father and absolutely wouldn't tolerate him. "Owen, I heard the patriarchs of the five major families are going to hunt down the young lord?" This remained a top-secret matter among the five elders, and even the family heads weren't privy. If leaked, it might reach the young lord, and their plans would be ruined for good.