The King Of War Returns (Jaden Rift) novel Chapter 93

“Yes, Master Williams—we saw him with our own eyes,” the bruised guard stammered, blood trickling from the corner of his lip. “He’s here… he brought your young master Peter.”

Williams' jaw clenched so tightly, his teeth audibly ground together.

His face twisted. “He’s inside my building?”

“Oh no...” Cooper gasped, a cold sweat forming at his temples. “What if—what if they cross paths with the King of War?”

The thought landed like a punch to the gut.

“We’d be finished,” Cooper whispered. “Dead. All of us.”

Williams snapped out of it, suddenly furious. “Then what are you standing around for?! Arrest that bastard! Don’t let him take one more step!”

Cooper stepped forward, smoothing his suit, then raising both hands in a calming gesture.

“Master Williams, allow me,” he said confidently. “Go outside. Greet the King of War personally. Make a strong impression. I’ll handle this matter inside. You have my word.”

Williams paused, uncertainty flickering behind his eyes. “You’re sure about this?”

“Absolutely,” Cooper said, his voice smooth as silk. “You can count on me.”

Williams narrowed his gaze, then nodded slowly. “Thank you. I’ll remember this, Cooper. This is a favor I won’t forget.”

Cooper’s lips curled into a subtle smile. Exactly what he wanted to hear.

“Once I clean this mess up and save face for the family,” he thought smugly, “Williams will owe me. Maybe even name me his successor. Finally, I’ll be more than just a glorified assistant…”

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Williams stepped out onto the rooftop helipad terrace, just as a line of security vehicles glided into position. An armored car flanked by three sleek black SUVs came to a halt.

The lead car bore a distinct insignia.

Williams narrowed his eyes. “Wait… that’s…”

He gasped softly. “Isn’t that… Anthony Scarface’s vehicle?”

The door of the car opened with a mechanical hiss.

A tall, elderly man emerged. Gray hair slicked back. Dark red suit tailored with lethal precision. A cane of black oak, its head carved into the shape of a lion’s jaw, clicked softly against the concrete.

Anthony Scarface.

one of the most respected man in Ravenmoor, also a partner in Gravesend group. A legend. And now… here, uninvited.

“Well, well,” Scarface chuckled, his voice a gravelly rumble. “The Gravesend family is as informed as always. Your timing is precise, Master Williams.”

Williams straightened, forcing a smile. He folded his arms and met the man’s gaze with wary respect.

“The Scarface family,” Williams replied. “Not known for missing headlines either. I didn’t expect your arrival… but I’m not surprised.”

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