The Last Lycan King Is My Slave novel Chapter 71

Chapter 71 A Rose In Barren Soil

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Jerome, maintaining that air of cold, monastic detachment, reached down to pick up the watch. He glanced at Wynne-she hadn’t noticed. In his earpiece, a steady voice continued, “Wasn’t the plan to close the net and head back to the Echelon Intercontinental? Why the change of heart?”

According to the original plan, the Cromwell Group should have been in free fall by now, and Jerome should have been taking Dylan and Rosalie back to the Echelon Intercontinental.

So, why the change?

“An unexpected variable.” Jerome’s face was blank as he turned the smartwatch in his fingers.

In the barren wasteland of his life, a single rose had taken root.

“You scared the Crimson Shadow people today, by the way.” A low laugh from the other end. A gentle reminder.

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Jerome’s reply was glacial: “Nothing else. Hanging up.”

The other person said nothing.

Fine then.

Jerome ended the call. Alex, having received no orders, kept the engine off. In truth, he was also simmering over what had happened

Wynne’s used. If she sai

Pill couldn’t be used, then it couldn’t be,”

do it.

first

as spoke for themselves. If she said the Vitalis she could restore Moses’s hands, then she could

The wariness he’d felt toward Wynne when she first arrived was completely gone. Alex sat in the driver’s seat, silently fuming on her behalf.

“Mr. Cromwell, back to the island?” Alex asked.

“No.” Wynne didn’t look up from her phone.

Alex instinctively checked the rearview mirror for Jerome’s cue. Permission granted. He continued to wait.

Wynne’s phone screen was covered in encrypted code.

The cheap pink rhinestones were long gone, and the system had been re-encrypted and upgraded.

Old habits die hard.

Soon, a specially encrypted email was sent.

At the same time, at the Manson family dining table.

“Dad, Mrs. Cromwell just took the Vitalis Pill to the hospital. After tonight, she’ll have the Mayton connections through the Shepherds on top of everything else-and we chose this exact moment to break our contract? This isn’t a termination. This is a declaration of war!”

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Chapter 71-Rose In Barren Soil

Staring at her unmoved father, Ginny was grashing her teeth to dust.

That was real money they’d hemorrhaged.

She was in physical pain.

“Aunt Ginny, Rosalie is still in the hospital Don’t go calling Mariana ‘Mrs. Cromwell.”

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Percy strolled in wearing a loud floral shirt, pulled out a chair, and dropped into it across from his aunt.

“Besides, when Rosalie was dying, Mariana had the Vitalis Pill and sat on it. Now that there’s something to gain, she’s suddenly racing to the hospital. Character like that? Trash.”

A servant set a bowl of duck soup in front of Percy.

Connor dabbed his lips with a napkin, the picture of refinement. “Percy, character is character. Business is business. You can’t conflate the two.”

“Why not?” Percy took a sip. “Gut feeling says tonight’s going to blow up.”

Connor hid the disdain behind his eyes. “Percy, do you even understand what the Vitalis Pill does?”

His tone was slow, measured-like a polished gentleman-a stark contrast to the ne’er-do-well across from

him.

“Forget the pill for a second. I heard the only Vitalis Pill in Chanaea belonged to the Ellingtons. Whatever happened in between is anyone’s guess, but clearly the Ellingtons have a problem on their hands. And now Mariana pops up, waving that pill around, putting herself right in the crosshairs? Stupid.”

Percy rolled his eyes.

Connor had nothing to say.

Herman studied this notoriously useless grandson of his, and for once, something like approval flickered in the old man’s eyes.

Catching that, Connor exchanged a glance with Ginny. His eyes darkened.

He said nothing more.

What nobody knew was that Ginny had privately invested 50 million dollars of her in-laws’ money into a Cromwell Group project. She was praying harder than anyone that tonight would catapult the Cromwells to new heights and fill her pockets.

Back at the hospital.

The mayor’s smile was stiff as he watched Juan, internally disgusted.

The man had waltzed in and immediately demanded prime real estate from the city. Who did he think he

way?

This was the kind of person Marcus had expelled Jerome from the Cromwell Group for?

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