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Mavis gave Timothy a puzzled look and thought for a moment before replying, "I think it was last year that Uncle Hugh had it installed. Why do you ask?"Timothy's eyes narrowed. So it was Hugh? That would explain it.After all, the family politics among the wealthy were always complicated. But Timothy didn't plan on revealing his thoughts to Mavis just yet. He smiled and said, "No reason. Just thought it looked nice."Mavis remained skeptical but didn't press further. After a moment, she asked, "By the way, you mentioned that my grandfather was poisoned. If you can identify the toxin, you must know its origin too. Where did it come from?""That poison is common along the northern border. Ask your grandfather if he's ever been there. If not, then someone close to him must have poisoned him," Timothy explained."What?" Mavis was horrified. "Someone close to him?""That's right," Timothy said seriously. "Also, don't make a big deal out of this when you get back. Ask him privately."
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The house was a complete mess, with evidence of a recent intrusion. Broken dishes were scattered everywhere, and the tables, chairs, and other furniture had been smashed to pieces.A note was stuck to the wall, which Timothy snatched to read. His eyes began to fill with fury. The note contained a brief message. "We have your parents. Come to Valiant Hall if you want to save them."Timothy's veins bulged, and the note crumbled to dust in his hand. "Valiant Hall? I'll fucking ruin you! What a bunch of clowns. Do they really think I'm a pushover?"Timothy left the courtyard without looking back, his fists clenched tightly.…On the other side of Lormford City, at a seaside manor belonging to the Barton family, the entire family had gathered in a mansion located at the center of the manor.Isabelle's face was still swollen from the slaps, and the marks were still visible. Her parents, Serena Lewis and Lawrence Barton, looked at her with deep concern.Serena gently caressed Isabelle'
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With each step Timothy took, he could hear the sound of approaching footsteps. He smirked, completely unfazed.After walking several dozen steps, he found himself in a vast open area. When he reached the center, a gust of wind swept through, carrying a single falling leaf.The air grew tense with a hint of impending violence.Timothy kept his hands in his pockets, his head slightly lowered as he kicked a small stone on the ground. Speaking as if to himself but with a clear intention, he said, "Come out."The moment he finished speaking, the sound of footsteps surrounded him. Dozens of men in black emerged from the shadows, each exuding menacing air with a deadly look in their eyes.The leader, sporting dreadlocks and a tattoo covering half his face, eyed Timothy with a mixture of amusement and menace."It's been a while since anyone dared to cause trouble in my territory. Do you know what happens to those who do?"Timothy took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag. "Wher
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A fist flew toward Timothy from the side, but without even glancing at it, he casually caught the attacker's wrist and twisted his arm.Then, with a swift kick to the chest, Timothy broke his ribs and sent him flying several feet away.Timothy's movements gradually slowed. He walked through the crowd as if he were strolling, while the actions of those around him seemed to be happening in slow motion.With each punch and kick, more bodies crumpled to the ground. The once chaotic scene grew quieter as the space was filled with unconscious men.Delivering a final punch, Timothy sent the last opponent sprawling. Silence fell. Only two men remained standing—Timothy and Damien.Damien's face was ashen as he quivered uncontrollably. He swallowed hard, staring at Timothy's back, and stammered, "Who… Who are you?"Timothy stretched his neck, and the next second, he was right in front of Damien. His hand shot out, gripping Damien's throat."Tell me where my parents are. I don't want to ki
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In the living room of the Barton family's mansion, Isabelle frowned in confusion. She had been dialing a phone number several times, but there was no answer."That's strange," she muttered. "Why isn't anyone answering?""What's the matter?" Serena asked.Isabelle replied, "I sent Wyatt to Valiant Hall to keep an eye on things and call me if there was any news. It's been ages, and he hasn't called. He's not even picking up my calls."Lawrence frowned as well. "That doesn't sound right. Wyatt is usually agile and active. Why wouldn't he answer?"Serena scoffed and said, "Maybe he's busy beating up that loser and missed your calls."Isabelle nodded, her expression relaxing. "That could be it. I did tell Wyatt to give him a good beating before bringing him here. I want to personally—"Before she could finish, a loud bang echoed from outside.Everyone barely had time to react when another thunderous boom followed. The front doors were kicked open with such force that the massive w
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Timothy smiled faintly.Isabelle's expression stiffened as she quickly pressed the emergency alarm a few times. Sadly, no one came.Shuddering hard, she stared at Timothy in horror. "You…"Timothy slowly made his approach, saying, "You Bartons are a measly family, and with only a little over a dozen bodyguards, you had the nerve to behave this arrogantly. Who the hell gave you and your family the audacity, huh?"By the time he finished speaking, he had mysteriously arrived in front of Isabelle, making her shriek. She was still in mid-scream when Timothy grabbed her by the neck and lifted her off the ground. Then, he started slapping her!The sounds echoed, and Isabelle's face swiftly started swelling up again. Bloodstained teeth flew out of her mouth, and her face turned into an unsightly mess."Tell me. How would you like to die?" Timothy asked as he eyed Isabelle like a giant eyeing a mere mortal.Chills ran down Isabelle's spine as she took in the merciless bloodlust in Timot
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Lawrence snapped, "What do I mean? You've got the nerve to ask me that? Let me ask you this. After what you saw from him today, does he still feel like an ordinary person to you?"Startled, Isabelle started scrutinizing the sequence of events today.Earlier today, Timothy showed not even the slightest bit of nervousness when dealing with the elite families. In fact, there was even a glimmer of arrogance in his expression. Moreover, when they humiliated him, his eyes flashed with scorn and derision.An ordinary person wouldn't possess the kind of air and presence he exuded. Furthermore, he'd also easily dealt with the Bartons' bodyguards.The more Isabelle considered the situation, the more she sensed that things were amiss. Slowly, her expression turned into one of shock.However, Serena, who was clutching her face, screeched, "He's just a bastard. A punk who knows how to fight! How can he be anything special?""Shut up!" Marshall berated, and Serena swiftly clammed up.At las
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"Hey, what—"The call cut off before Isabelle could finish speaking, leaving her in a daze. Did the people at Valiant Hall also think Timothy was no ordinary person?All of a sudden, she became so agitated that she threw her phone down and started smashing several of the vases around her."Who the hell are you, Timothy? I refuse to accept this! I refuse! You're just a useless loser that I rejected! I'm going to make you pay for everything!"…Timothy and his parents returned to their place. It was getting late, and the sun was starting to set at Lormford City. The soft beams basked everything in a warm glow. Joseph and Cora busied themselves with chores. One stayed outside to wash the clothes while the other went in to prepare dinner. They were all smiles as Timothy sat under the old tree in the garden and smoked a cigarette.The sight before him warmed his heart, and he enjoyed this feeling.After three years of separation, he finally returned to his family's side. Joseph and
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