Divorced and Dominant Now You Cry novel Chapter 689

Chapter 689

Ashton’s words carried a chilling finality. Pain and rage clawed through Clive and Ivan.

“That’s a lie. You’re lying!”

Clive’s eyes went bloodshot as he frantically grabbed the documents on the table. He stared at the chain of evidence and the photos of his mother’s brutal death. She was just a young woman in the prime of her life.

“How could this…”

He collapsed to the floor. His eyes stared blankly, but beneath that emptiness roared a storm of pain and hatred that refused to be contained.

Ivan’s eyes scoured the documents on the table, then at photographs of his mother. Each image was a fresh twist of the knife in

his gut.

What had Fling done to her? Did he use her as a breeding tool and then killed her? What kind of monster did that?

Ivan had called the Sage “Dad” for years. He had done so many things for the Sage, all for the hope of earning the Sage’s recognition one day.

“Flint Vance!” he growled, eyes burning with killing intent and every fiber radiating unrestrained rage.

“Ashton, you should have known what the Sage is capable of,” Clive said, his voice low and controlled as he forced himself back into composure.

“His forces aren’t limited to what we can see on the surface. We don’t even know what cards he’s really holding How confide are you in defeating him? If you lose, you won’t be the only one who dies. We’ll go down with you.”

Ashton smiled faintly.

“Of course, I know the Sage has plenty of cards I haven’t seen. But that doesn’t mean I don’t have my own. Let me put it plainly.

“I’ve got a 50-50 shot at taking him down and becoming the new ruler of Javonbury’s criminal underworld. Now the question is whether you want to keep serving the man who killed your mother, or stand with me and overthrow the Sage *

He added coldly, “You need to know that as long as the Sage stays in power, you’ll always be his lackeys. You’ll never they control the territory in his hands. Work with me, and you might finally take control of your own lives.”

“Fine. I’ll help you,” Clive said, clenching his fist.

After sensing Ashton’s semi–divine realm aura, he was ready to take the gamble.

“What about you?” Ashton asked, turning to Ivan, who was still teetering on the edge of a breakdown.

“There’s nothing’s between the Sage and me!” Ivan roared. “He killed my mother. There’s no way I won’t avenge that ashram, stop beating around the bush. Tell us what you need us to do.”

Ashton looked at Clive and Ivan.

“Don’t worry. I won’t treat you as expendable pawns or force you to rush the front lines. All need is for you to stand wit when the time comes.”

“That’s it?”

Clive and Ivan were stunned. They’d already prepared themselves for a bloody controntallets with the

A cold gleam flickered in Ashton’s eyes

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“You know I’ve staked everything I have, so don’t worry about any traps or tricks. Before I die, none of you will have to face the Sage’s wrath.”

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