Chapter 367: Chapter 343: I Want Aurora Sinclair’s Blood

The masked man sat back down. "I can agree to your terms, but you also need to make a guarantee regarding Dawn Miles..."

He paused, his gaze fixed on Cassius Morgan’s eyes.

Dawn Miles’s constitution was too special. The strength of Sunstone alone wasn’t enough to ensure her safety. The Morgan Family had to give him this promise.

"In ancient times, people forged swords to defend against foreign enemies. No one thought they themselves would one day fall to those very swords. So, the king ordered all swords destroyed. But what wrong had the swords done? The fault lay only with the sword-wielders, consumed by greed..."

The masked man’s gaze was so sharp that the smile on Cassius Morgan’s face faded slightly. After a long moment of meeting his eyes, he said in a low voice, "If she can always maintain this original intention, the Morgan Family will ensure her safety."

"I hope you keep your word!"

Cassius Morgan sighed. "Even if you don’t trust me, you should at least trust that brat of mine! He’s willing to give his life for your apprentice. Why must you be like this?"

"That’s precisely the reason..."

Cassius Morgan froze.

***

The Trent Residence.

Raina Young, seemingly possessed, was frantically cutting up Victor Trent’s clothes with a pair of scissors.

Her hair was a mess and her eyes were red and swollen. She muttered, "Die... Die..."

Mama Young stood to the side, dabbing the corners of her eyes, not daring to approach.

"I’m going to kill them... Kill them... Mama Young, go find Aurora Sinclair! Go find her, now..."

Raina Young waved the scissors, yelling at her. The madness and despair in her eyes were terrifying to behold.

’This was the girl she had watched grow up. Once the pride of her generation, she had now fallen to such a state.’

"Madam, please don’t do anything foolish."

"Go find Aurora Sinclair! Tell her the Trent Family killed her parents! Tell her to get revenge... to kill every last one of them... HA HA HA..."

Raina Young’s eyes were wide, her head slightly bowed, as she suddenly let out a bizarre laugh.

Mama Young’s face went pale with fright. She instinctively took a step back, unable to look at Raina any longer, and turned to flee.

But shortly after she left, she saw a black car bearing the special insignia of the Martial Affairs Bureau driving into the villa complex.

She tensed up immediately, her heart pounding with anxiety.

’They can’t be here for the Madam, can they?’

"Stop..."

Mama Young quickly pushed open her car door and ran back.

The villa complex was huge. By the time she ran back, people in black uniforms were already dragging a crying and struggling Raina Young out of the villa’s entrance. She was in her pajamas, looking like a madwoman.

Mama Young was shocked. Just as she was about to shout in anger, a large, unfamiliar man’s hand clamped over her mouth.

His voice immediately sounded by her ear. "Don’t scream. You’ll be taken away too."

Mama Young looked back and saw an exceedingly ordinary face, but his eyes held a playful smile.

The man forcibly dragged her far away before slowly releasing her.

"Who are you?" Mama Young asked, cautiously taking a few steps back, her fingers clenched nervously.

The man smiled. "I’m here to help you."

With a smile lingering on his lips, he glanced at the black car receding in the distance and said, "The Martial Affairs Bureau has already discovered that your madam instigated someone to use poison. If all goes as expected, she’ll go to prison. And Drake Trent won’t let you off either."

"Impossible..."

"Your husband confessed on the very first day."

Mama Young’s expression gradually darkened, the anger in her eyes growing.

The man stuck his hands in his pockets, leaned back against a large tree, and said in a casual tone:

"I know why you killed Victor Trent. He certainly deserved to die. Just think about your Young Family—fallen from one of the Great Families to the point where your direct heiress became someone’s mistress, and in the end, even her son was ruthlessly killed..."

His voice was deep, pleasant, and magnetic, carrying an almost imperceptible seductive quality.

"Don’t you want to see the Trent Family utterly ruined and disgraced?"

The flames of rage in Mama Young’s heart were quickly ignited. With overwhelming hatred on her face, she said fiercely, "Victor Trent deceived the Young Family Head, seized our family’s assets, and murdered our flesh and blood. He was utterly depraved."

"So I will help you get revenge. But you have to help me with something in return..."

"What is it?"

"I want Aurora Sinclair’s blood."

***

「Meanwhile」

Drake Trent rushed to the Martial Affairs Bureau as soon as he heard that Raina Young had been arrested.

"Where is Raina Young? Did she kill my father?" Drake Trent demanded, his eyes filled with fury as he questioned everyone in sight.

Alec hurried over when he heard the commotion and blocked him from barging into the interrogation room.

"Mr. Trent, the case is still under investigation. Please, calm down."

"Calm down? That woman enraged my mother to death and poisoned my father! How am I supposed to calm down?"

Drake Trent shoved Alec aside and stormed into an interrogation room that was clearly occupied.

The moment Raina Young saw him inside, she became agitated and shrieked, "Give me back my son—"

Drake Trent’s expression faltered for a second before he lashed out at her in a rage. An agent beside him tried to block the attack but was sent flying back five or six steps by the force of the punch.

"Mr. Trent, assaulting an agent of the Martial Affairs Bureau is a jailable offense!" Alec, having caught up, squeezed in front of him again and shouted sternly.

"Please leave now!"

Drake Trent gave him a cold glare, his gaze shifting resentfully to the madwoman in the room who was all bluster. "I hope you handle this impartially," he said icily.

"Drake Trent, you deserve to die! All of you in the Trent Family can go to hell—"

Raina Young screamed maniacally, her shrill voice threatening to pierce his eardrums.

Her hatred now was as intense as her love had once been deep.

As the interrogation room door closed, Raina Young’s curses were completely cut off.

Alec gestured for him to come along. "Mr. Trent, according to Raina Young’s accusation, your father, Victor Trent, is suspected of murdering her younger son, Norman Trent. Therefore, we must ask for your cooperation in our investigation..."

But Drake Trent replied with a sneer, "I was in Crestland when Norman Trent died. I know nothing about it. Besides, it seems he died inside your Martial Affairs Bureau. Shouldn’t you investigate yourselves first?"

Alec was at a loss for words.

Drake Trent sneered, "I have other matters to attend to, so I’ll be leaving. As for Raina Young... I expect a life for a life."

He was wearing a lake-blue suit today. Before leaving, he deliberately loosened his tie, the look in his eyes infuriating enough to make one’s teeth ache.

Alec watched him go, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Back in the car, Drake Trent said with an extremely dark expression, "Get rid of all of them."

"Young Master..." August Trent called out worriedly. ’Now isn’t a good time to make a move.’

"Mr. Grant’s people have been wanting revenge. Now is the perfect time to act." Drake Trent’s tone was calm, but the darkness in his eyes was bottomless.

August Trent opened his mouth, but ultimately chose to remain silent.

The car radio was on, broadcasting commentary from the Arcadia Freestyle Fighting Championship.

It sounded exceptionally loud in the quiet car.

"This is incredible! This fighter from Veridia’s Power has gotten even stronger... My god! His hair is changing color... What’s going on? Is this some kind of magic trick...?"

Seeing Drake Trent’s brow furrowed, August Trent immediately turned off the radio.

He said carefully, "This was part of the plan the Family Head made with the Sherwood Clan."

"What plan?"

"The plan for the Trent Family to become gods."