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“Big treasure… little treasure…!”Bruno’s cry broke through the room as he charged forward… only to launch himself at them, knocking both to the floor.He clung to them, sobbing, smearing tears, and absolutely no small amount of snot, all over them.“There, there…” Emm murmured softly, patting his back.The two of them exchanged a brief glance.They had forgotten about their little tail in their rush to intercept their father’s mission.The guilt showed.“Little baby… we’re sorry,” Chris Jnr coaxed, awkwardly wiping Bruno’s face. “We were reckless.”Bruno only sniffled harder, clinging tighter.Right then----Marcus stormed in.As if the current chaos wasn’t enough.“What happened to big treasure and little treasure?!”He made a beeline straight for Chris, not sparing the room a glance.“You promised me… no harm would come to them at Devil Island! I begged you to stop them until I got back!”Chris didn’t even flinch.He chuckled.Then casually raised a hand… pressing it against Marcus
Tranquillity never belonged to Rose Villa.Not with the Demon Emperor residing within… and certainly not with his little tyrants running free under its roof.And yet, against all reason, it would occasionally grace the villa with its presence.The villa had known a few weeks of uninterrupted calm.Four, to be exact.Enough time for danger to grow bored.Enough time… for something to go wrong.Chris Jnr and Emm had set off to Devil Island two days after Chris returned from Guyama. Miles, Penny and Vincent followed as well. They wanted to see what the treasures were up to and with the little overlord following like a little tail, no one could stop them.Night Wing and Abbey had just returned from their honeymoon. Abbey was animatedly sharing stories with Emile, while Chris and Night Wing sat beside their wives, quietly soaking in the rare, blissful calm that only family could bring.However, the moment was shattered in an instant, the culprit, the unlisted phone by Chris’s side that sta
Chris Jnr and Emm were waiting eagerly for Chris’s visit. Unlike other times, their intentions weren’t pure. Their heads were full of ideas… ideas that needed approval.“Daddy…”The duo called out in unison and jumped into his outstretched arms, just like when they were toddlers… conveniently forgetting that they were no longer that small.“Daddy’s precious treasures…” Chris laughed, lifting them effortlessly and spinning them around as he always did. Some things never change. And to him, they never would.Emile descended the stairs, a blissful smile adorning her face as their innocent, warm laughter filled the hall. This was her home. Her gaze softened as they settled on the man who brought warmth and colour to her life.Chris’s eyes met hers. Words passed between them without sound. And in that silence, there was no empire. No weight. No consequence… just them.He walked towards her, tenderness lighting his expression. “Wife, how are you feeling?”“They are well behaved.” Emile smil
“Boss, there is a call from our agent at the UN office.” Night Blade announced over the PA system.Chris had just leaned back, eyes half-closed, already halfway home in his mind. His features tightened ever so slightly, displeasure flickering across his face.Home had been within reach.It rarely stayed that way for long… there were always things that dragged him back…“Shall I decline?”Chris did not answer immediately. He rarely needed to. His silence alone was often enough. Night Blade was about to decline, however, in the next instance, his voice came through---“…Put it through.”A second later, the phone beside him rang. Chris didn’t lift the receiver, letting the call run on speaker instead.“My Lord.”“Make it quick.”A pause. Careful.“The secretary has requested your assistance regarding a… conflict in the region. It’s escalating. Civilian casualties are----”Chris’s expression tightened “You know my rules.”The agent hesitated briefly before adding, “there are many innocent
“Are you targeting me for the Walters?”The question hung in the air.For the first time since entering, Chris moved.Not forward.Not aggressively.Just… enough.Enough to make Lenin feel it.That suffocating shift in the room. That invisible weight pressing down on his lungs.Chris tilted his head slightly, as if considering the question.Then---A soft chuckle.Low.Cold.Devoid of warmth.“The Walters?” Chris repeated, almost amused.A pause.Then his gaze settled on Lenin… no, through him.Sweat trickled down Lenin’s spine, as he waited for the Night Lord to confirm.He couldn’t decipher what the Night Lord meant…Was it revenge for the Walters? Or … something else?“The Walters have never needed anyone to avenge them.” Night Rider couldn’t help himself. He knew his lord was not going to give the lunatic another minute of his breath. “They settle accounts fair and square, you should know.”“But they… they never came after me… except you… they never attacked me despite everything
Chris’s reckoning wasn’t over…He had never claimed to be a generous man.On the contrary, he prided himself on being petty, settling scores for even the smallest grievance.So how could he let the man who orchestrated the misery of his family of four walk scot-free?The puppets had received their just deserts… What about the puppet master?Even so, Chris didn’t hesitate to make a pit stop at home. He spent time with his wife and children, unhurried, undisturbed, as though nothing in the world demanded his attention.Only after that… did he set off to collect what he was owed. Many months earlier, after Lenin received a call from his men informing him that they had lost track of Carl, he spent an entire day cursing everything around him, smashing anything that was within an arm’s reach.But his ruckus didn’t last long.He wasn’t a brainless fool. He wouldn’t be where he was if he wallowed in his losses.By the next day, he had already moved on.Accounts were settled. The safe house a
Marcus arrived an hour later just as Chris had predicted. He was all too familiar with Chris’s homebase. He had been a regular visitor here since his unfortunate accident. His friendship with his fifth and sixth uncle was the fortune he earned from his misfortune. “What’s the big deal?” Marcus asked
On the screen was Darcy but he was dressed very differently to the Darcy they had just met. The one onscreen was fully dressed up in skiing gear; from his appearance and voice, it didn’t look like he had just changed. It looked more like he had been skiing for a while and just stopped to pick up the
Darcy and Eva landed back at the private landing strip for the Walters in early hours of the morning. All the Walters without exception were present to welcome them home. Eva felt overwhelmed even though she knew the line- up was not for her. She called out respectfully to Adam and Elizabeth before
The next two days passed in the blink of an eye and Chris returned while Emile concentrated on her work. She was especially enthusiastic as the end was in sight. Although she was in rush to finish, the quality of her work didn’t slack in the slightest. She took in all the feedback that Raphael gave







