Chapter 64 

The sketch Julian slammed on the table had the face of a man—no other than Alexander Blackwood himself.

"This—this, what is this?" Alexander stuttered. "Is that me?"

"What does it look like, dear brother? You manipulated your goons to kidnap Marcus's daughter, then you led him to carry out your evil plans and made him take the fall for it. All for what? To spite me? Your goon, Rocky, was caught on his way fleeing from New York, and he confessed to it all and even graciously helped us describe you. What were you trying to achieve?" Julian’s voice rose. "Did you think of what could have actually happened if I didn’t move those goods on time? The Blackwoods' name would have been thoroughly dragged through the mud. What sort of foolery is this?"

Julian had always known that his brother loved to spite him. Ever since his birth, Alexander had made it his sole mission to antagonize Julian, but this—it was simply going too far.

"I—I—I…" Alexander couldn’t come up with any words. "Those fucker