Chapter 242

Sebastian Royston, that nephew of his, had finally made his move.

His two elder brothers still coveted the position of Sullivan family patriarch.

Years ago, out of familial mercy, he had spared their lives. Yet they still harbored treacherous ambitions.

The industries in Oklahoma were more than enough to sustain their lavish lifestyles.

But no—

Sebastian had returned to the capital under the pretense of medical treatment and dared to target Ethan Sullivan and Evelyn Laurent!

During the incident in Coastal City, Ethan had already survived one assassination attempt.

Though he emerged unscathed, all evidence pointed to Sebastian's faction in Oklahoma.

Later, Sebastian openly challenged Ethan in the capital.

Ethan hadn't mentioned it, but did the former patriarch truly not know?

He himself had ascended to power through bloodshed—these tactics were all too familiar.

Ethan had inherited his methods flawlessly.

Steward Zhang bowed slightly. "Sebastian made a move against Miss Evelyn in San Francisco. Harrison apprehended him on the spot and delivered him to Dr. Nathaniel's research facility."

Vincent Sullivan smirked. "Good."

Leaning back on the sofa, his presence alone exuded authority. "Daring to touch Evelyn? Let Nathaniel deal with him. Ethan handled this perfectly."

His tone softened. "That shooting range Ethan's been preparing—it's for Evelyn's birthday, isn't it?"

Steward Zhang beamed. "The young master has been overseeing every detail personally. Over a thousand workers are laboring day and night to complete it before Miss Evelyn's birthday."

Vincent laughed heartily.

"That's my boy. Takes after me!"

His smile faded abruptly. Fingering the jade wedding band on his ring finger, his voice grew quiet. "Takes after me in being a hopeless romantic."

The ring gleamed with the soft luster of decades of wear.

"Arianna, our Ethan has finally found the woman he loves." His eyes reddened. "You haven't visited my dreams in so long..."

Steward Zhang murmured gently, "Madam would not wish to see you grieve so. The young master and Miss Evelyn are deeply in love. You should rejoice."

Vincent shook his head. "That rascal—always giving me headaches."

He narrowed his eyes. "He thinks he's hidden it well, that the Laurents don't know about the other woman in his heart. If not for my intervention, the truth would've surfaced long ago."

"Secrets can't stay buried forever." He sighed. "I hope he realizes whether his feelings for Evelyn are genuine... or just guilt over the past."

"If he can't tell the difference—"

Vincent's gaze darkened. "He'll learn the hard way."