Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 208

Chapter 208: Uninvited Eyes

The gates of the Grefo estate parted silently, letting the convoy glide onto the smooth driveway. The contrast between the decaying mud of the bogs and the glittering, high-tech security domes of the upper district felt almost violent.

The moment the sedan came to a complete halt, Jannah didn’t wait for anyone to open her door. She violently shoved it open, stepping out into the cool air, her pale face set in a hard, rigid mask of anger. She bypassed Guron and Himelda, who had just stepped out of their private transport, completely ignoring their gazes as she marched straight into the central wing. Shadron offered a tired, strained breath, running a hand through his hair as he split off toward his own private quarters to handle the fallout from the slums.

Guron Grefo stepped into the grand foyer, his sharp eyes tracking Jannah’s fast, rigid ascent up the stairs before he turned his gaze to his son.

"Dorrent," Guron called out, his voice carrying a heavy, commanding weight. "In my study. Now."

Dorrent didn’t argue. He adjusted the links of his cuffs, his broad chest expanding with a slow, measured breath as he followed his father into the dimly lit room. The doors clicked shut behind them, sealing out the rest of the mansion.

Guron walked straight over to his desk, placing his palms on the dark wood as he turned to face his son. His face was carved into a grim, analytical line.

"It seems everything that happened to you nine years ago... that entire catastrophic blackout... had something to do with Bellero Boren," Guron delivered flatly, his eyes narrowing with a sharp, dangerous clarity.

Dorrent stood towering near the center of the room, his posture rigid, his eyes completely cold. "I have always suspected that old Mafia god, Father," Dorrent rasped out, his jaw clenching until the bone stood out in high relief. "Even on that specific night nine years ago when my system experienced the black cycle... I had just come directly from Bellero’s compound. My neural paths didn’t just collapse on their own. He must have triggered it."

Guron let out a low, rumbling growl, nodding his head slowly as the historical puzzles clicked into place. "It is about time we unearth the truth. And since we finally have a concrete starting point... that mechanic, Enock. The man Bellero tried so desperately to label as insane with a forged psychiatric certificate."

Guron’s eyes flashed with a cold, ruthless intellect. "I have dealt with madmen for decades, Dorrent. I could tell with certainty that Enock was not mad at all. The man knew every single detail of what he was shouting in that alleyway. He holds the entire blueprint of Bellero’s games, and Bellero is simply moving his pawns to bury the truth before we can interrogate him."

Dorrent’s lips curled into a terrifying smirk that carried a lethal promise. He took a slow step forward, his winter-frost pheromones flaring subtly in the quiet room.

"Do not worry yourself, Father," Dorrent delivered, his voice dropping into a freezing vibration. "Bellero’s entire world is coming to crumbles. It is only a matter of time before I bring that old bastard to his knees forever. He won’t survive this time."

Guron looked at his son, his expression softening just a fraction, though his eyes remained deadly serious. "Just be careful not to let your guard down, my boy. Bellero Boren is a ruthless, unhinged snake who has survived decades in the dark. He will use every dirty trick in the world."

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