Chapter 199

Harrison Whitmore looked down at Sebastian Royston with cold disdain.

Sebastian was pinned to the ground by two black-suited bodyguards, trembling like a chicken awaiting slaughter.

"Harrison!" Sebastian snarled, struggling against their grip.

Harrison casually crouched beside him, taking his time.

"Third Young Master Royston," he drawled. "You're so weak, even my boss's Tibetan mastiff could take you down."

Sebastian's face paled, his lips quivering with rage.

After their failed coup, they'd been exiled to Oklahoma. This time, they'd returned under the guise of medical treatment—only to be caught red-handed.

"You think capturing me changes anything?" Sebastian sneered. "The old man despises fratricide."

Harrison suddenly grinned.

The smile sent chills down Sebastian's spine.

"Who said we're touching you?" Harrison patted his cheek mockingly. "Young Master Nathaniel Langley is short on lab rats these days."

Sebastian's pupils contracted in horror.

Nathaniel—that deranged medical prodigy?!

"You're lying!" His voice shook. "What does Evelyn Laurent have to do with the Langley family?"

Harrison leaned in, whispering in his ear.

"The seventh Langley heiress. Figure it out."

Sebastian froze.

Suddenly, Evelyn's enigmatic smile made sense—it was the same as the Langleys'.

"No... impossible—"

Before he could finish, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed unconscious.

Harrison nudged him with disgust.

"That's it? He fainted?"

He waved at the bodyguards.

"Wrap him up and deliver him to the Langley labs. Tie a bow on him."

The guards dragged Sebastian away like a lifeless sack.

Harrison pulled out his phone and texted Ethan Sullivan:

[Done. Handed over to Nathaniel.]