Chapter 1190: Chapter 1190: Your Brother or Richard Shaw—Make Your Choice

Richard Shaw returned to the Military District and went straight to his office, locking the door behind him, and connected with his colleague in the Middle East.

"The matter you asked me to investigate finally has some clues. Recently, when the Russians were investigating the assassination case, they captured a key figure. This person claims he was involved in the peacekeeping retaliation operation eight years ago," said the stout middle-aged man in the video with a piercing gaze.

The situation in the Middle East has always been somewhat sensitive. The new leader of a certain country was assassinated, and fingers point directly to the Russians. The Russians have been investigating and have captured a key figure.

Richard Shaw’s demeanor turned stern, and he asked in a low voice, "Did you find out anything?"

"You’d best come and ask in person. The Russians are strictly monitoring the prisoner, and I can’t get close. The only information known is that this person claims to have had contact with the mastermind over these years. If this is true, then from the explosion half a year ago, there are survivors at large," the person on the other end said with a more serious expression.

After the explosion incident eight years ago, the old lady of the Shaw Family personally went to see the top leader, destroying a line that had been lurking for years. If indeed some fish slipped through the net, then for Richard Shaw, it would be no less than a major threat.

Richard Shaw’s fingers clenched tightly, his thin lips pursed into a cold arc, and he said succinctly, "I’ll head over tomorrow."

Richard Shaw ended the video call, his mood heavy as he exited. Shuangzi approached to report, "Major General, Griffith Squire has arrived at the small villa and met with the lady."

The man was silent for a moment. He would be leaving the Imperial City tomorrow; Griffith Squire being with Leah now at least ensures her safety.

"Major General, are you really going to let them meet?" Shuangzi was frantically pacing, the Major General wasn’t even bothering to keep an eye on them. Griffith Squire would surely be badmouthing the Major General—this was a case of the emperor not being anxious, but the eunuch worrying.

"Pack up at home and go to Russia with me tomorrow," Richard Shaw said steadily.

"Yes," Shuangzi immediately responded.

Richard Shaw quickly dealt with the official business at hand. Tomorrow begins his overseas assignment.

When Griffith Squire arrived at Delphine’s small villa, Ignatius Leclair had already taken his two children to the Howard Family, deliberately avoiding Griffith Squire, not wanting his precious children to meet this bandit leader and get corrupted.

When the man arrived at the villa, he only brought a few trusted aides.

The European-style classical villa, the tranquil surroundings, rows of raven-colored vintage street lamps, a turquoise house, red chimneys—graceful and picturesque. Due to the overcast weather, the light was dim, with the house emitting a soft orange glow. Griffith Squire got out of the car, stood by the car, smoked a cigarette, his handsome and wicked face showed a trace of hesitation.

"Boss, Richard Shaw returned to the Military District. Ignatius Leclair took the two children to the Howard Family, and none are at the villa," Cornelius Turner said in a low voice.

Griffith Squire squinted, leisurely smoked a cigarette, smiled and said, "Even if they were here, I wouldn’t be afraid of them. They are deliberately avoiding us."

Griffith Squire hesitated over how to break up Leah and Richard Shaw.

The man, inherently one who disregards rules and rituals, has lived a life defying heaven, believing neither in fate nor in Buddha, only trusting himself. If Leah were in a relationship with any other man, he wouldn’t intervene—except with Richard Shaw.

Griffith Squire stood under the streetlamp, not finished with his cigarette when the door of the villa suddenly opened.

Leah, dressed in a warm beige sweater, wearing fluffy platform shoes, came out to dump the trash and saw him smoking under the streetlamp, his neck hunched against the cold. Behind him, Cornelius Turner also hunched, standing foolishly, she immediately gritted her teeth and said, "Griffith Squire, are you trying to ascend to heaven? Smoking in the cold wind? Aren’t you cold, isn’t Cornelius cold? You should freeze to death."

Leah threw the trash into the bin, grabbed his coat, and dragged him into the house.

"Leah Squire, your hand is meant for handling trash, my clothes," Griffith Squire stubbed out the cigarette and said angrily.

Cornelius Turner behind laughed, then quickly straightened his face. No matter how cold or decisive the boss seemed in front of others, encountering Miss Leah would make him ordinary. The siblings mostly fought like cats and dogs but were incredibly affectionate. Even he enjoyed watching them live together; it was a subtle warmth.

Griffith Squire was dragged inside by Leah and saw a young boy with jade-like features, curious peach-blossom eyes watching him. Peach-blossom eyes were a standard genetic trait of the Cox Family; this child was undoubtedly Leah’s.

Casimir Shaw had known for a long time he had an uncle, but seeing this uncle so tall and handsome, exuding a dangerous aura not at all inferior to old Richard, he suddenly widened his eyes, somewhat eager and said, "Are you my uncle? Hello, I’m Casimir. Everyone calls me Little Ze. Old Richard says you are very skilled; can we spar sometime?"

Casimir Shaw had been training in the Military District for the past few years, itching to spar with anyone he met.

Griffith Squire looked at the young boy only reaching his waist, felt a tremor, and squinted slightly at Leah. Damn Richard Shaw, he knew this kid wouldn’t be peaceful, and he wondered how much of the past Richard had told Leah.

Griffith Squire’s face was dark as iron, but he managed a friendly smile for his nephew, bent down, and said in a deep voice, "Hello, Casimir Shaw. Nice to meet you. You can call me Griffith Squire. As for sparring, maybe wait a few years, until you’re older."

The man said this, extended his hand, and shook hands with the boy, essentially acknowledging himself as the uncle.

Cornelius Turner unloaded gifts brought from the car, along with specialties and New Year goods from the south. Leah told Casimir to pick what he liked, then turned to Griffith Squire and said flatly, "Richard Shaw has told me everything, so don’t think you can hide the past from me."

Griffith Squire took off his jacket, hung it up, responded vacantly, and asked, "Where’s Delphine?"

"She has business with the film crew, should be back soon."

"So you’ve acknowledged Casimir, planning to marry into the Shaw Family?" Griffith Squire sat on the sofa, his long legs crossed, and his handsome face showed no emotion as he dangerously squinted his peach-blossom eyes.

"What if I said yes?" Leah countered defiantly.

Griffith Squire glanced downward, sneered, apparently Richard Shaw revealed some matters selectively, without mentioning the most crucial things, otherwise would Leah still be arguing with him so confidently?

"I have just one thing to say: between me and Richard Shaw, choose one."

Seeing him make his stance clear, Leah finally frowned, her expression slightly grave, and said, "What are you and Richard Shaw hiding from me?"

The two were almost at odds, and neither would concede, deliberately avoiding each other. Ordinarily, because of her, these two would sit down and talk if not harboring deep resentment.

They must be hiding something from her, and it’s something very important.