All Chapters of LUCAN VALE: THE GHOST ASSASSIN: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

The ancient maps lay spread across Jason's oak desk like a conquered enemy, its secrets finally exposed.He should've felt triumphant. Hell, most people would've been popping champagne by now. After days of looking for it, playing chess with killers, he finally held all the pieces.However for Jason this didn't call for a celebration just yet, because all of this just felt like he was standing on the edge of a cliff.His fingers traced the small symbols etched into the worn out surface of the map. They were coordinates, landmarks, cryptic warnings in languages that predated most civilizations. The reason he couldn't celebrate yet, despite having the map in his hands now, was because he knew, he wasn't the only one who knew how to read it.Elara's face flashed through his mind. Not the helpless damsel act she'd put on, but the real woman underneath: Elayne Duskmoor, the Crimson Court's most lethal operative. The woman who'd handed over her piece of the map like she was doing him a fav

“Art thief?” Jason asked playfully. Celia gave a nod and then she continued, “But, like, a noble one. You only steal back priceless artifacts from evil billionaires and return them to museums. A modern-day Robin Hood in a leather jacket!”The atmosphere at the table was not something anyone would expect with Jason Wolfe here. It was so absurd, so far from the cold hostility of the past few days, that something unexpected happened. A surprised snort escaped from Lance. Seraphina, despite herself, let out a short, sharp laugh that she quickly tried to hide behind her napkin. Even Lady Smith’s stern lips twitched into a rare, genuine smile.Damien played along, taking on a more serious tone. “I was thinking more along the lines of a high-risk security consultant,” he mused, looking at Jason thoughtfully. “The kind they call in when a CEO gets kidnapped in a foreign country.”“Ooh, that’s a good one too!” Celia agreed. “But I’m sticking with art thief. It’s more romantic.”The ice was b

When Caspian finally processed what that meant, why they couldn't touch Jason, why all their previous attempts had failed so spectacularly, he felt his knees go weak. His legs turned to water beneath him. But it wasn't just the knowledge that Jason was Enhanced that made him want to collapse. It was the implications. Enhanced individuals weren't all freelancers or lone wolves like the wraith here. They didn't exist in isolation. They belonged to syndicates. Government agencies. Shadow organizations with resources that made the Montgomery family look like children playing dress-up.If Jason Wolfe was Enhanced, then behind him stood something infinitely more dangerous than one superhuman. An entire network of them."That's... that's impossible." Caspian's voice was barely a whisper now. "He's nobody. He came from nothing! We checked his background and we found nothing about him. He has no family. No connections. No money. No power. Hell, he is living off the Smith family to survive."

Charlie let out a laugh. “Oh, cousin. How pathetic are you? Can't you see?” He glared at Jason, “That's his girlfriend. His real girlfriend.”“Charlie, stop. Are you sure? When were these pictures taken? Maybe they are from the past, before he was in a relationship with Vanessa.” Seraphina said in Jason's defense. What he had learned was that, it's a dumb thing to jump into conclusions, and so at this moment, she didn't want to make that mistake, and was finally thinking critically for once. Charlie let out a sharp, ugly laugh that cut through Seraphina’s sudden caution. “From the past? Aunt, please,” he sneered, his eyes glinting with malicious glee. “Don’t start defending him now. These were taken last night.”He tapped one of the photos with a triumphant finger. It was the one of Jason carrying the woman into what looked like a hotel room, “My source followed him directly from this house. While Vanessa was here, worried sick about where he was after he got dragged away from the pa

In the heavy silence that followed Charlie's dramatic exit, the only sound was the faint clinking of Lady Smith's spoon against her delicate china teacup. The sound seemed unnaturally loud in the tense silence. She took a slow, deliberate sip, her expression carefully composed but unmistakably apologetic. Her eyes swept the table, taking in the stunned faces around her before she placed the cup down with a soft click."Well," she said finally, her voice carrying that particular brand of aristocratic calm that could make a hurricane sound like a gentle breeze. "That was... unfortunate. Let him cool off. He will come to his senses, or he will not. It is no longer our immediate concern." Her tone suggested the matter was closed, but the slight tightness around her eyes betrayed her own frustration with her grandson's behavior.Cassira looked absolutely embarrassed, her face drained of all color as shame for her son's explosive outburst washed over her in visible waves. She kept glanci