The Pampering CEO: Don't Mess With My Secretly-Married Sweet Wife

Chapter 371 The Mastermind Behind

Mr. Samael brought Julian to an ordinary-looking residence after they left the villa. When Mr. Samael opened the door, he stood there. "Go on inside. I'll wait out here."

Julian entered without hesitation while Mr. Samael closed the door from the outside.

Observing his surroundings on instinct as he entered, Julian could not help frowning. It was a normal residence. There was nothing special about it. More importantly, one glance was all it took to see that there was no one in this house.

Was Mr. Samael tricking him?

As the deep frown locked in place on Julian, a voice rang.

Turning abruptly, Julian saw a projection on the wall. I t was a person's silhouette with a blurry face, most probably already edited. Other than the general outline of the person, the figure, and the face, and everything else was unclear.

"Julian Shaw, hello," the so-called King said with a smile.

"Didn't you ask to see me? In the end, you dare not even show your true self?” Julian mocked.

The 'King' responded nonchalantly, "Caution and mystery are the very reasons I could stay hidden until now. You should feel incredibly honored that I'm willing to see you even when it's through this method."

Julian smirked, finding himself a chair and sitting down calmly.

There was tea on the table, so he poured himself a cup and began sipping it leisurely before saying, "I'm not interested in some despicable person who hides himself. If you have something to say, speak up so I can leave after you finish."

'King' took an interested glance at Julian and said directly, "You’re an accomplice in George and Oliver Wright's deaths. You won’t be able to stay in Canada anymore. Think about it, and consider joining us. With a nod, your future is guaranteed to be much brighter than it is now."

As if expecting this conversation, Julian replied faintly, "Will you believe me if I say I'd join?"

'King' smiled. "Why not? We'll just need a tiny bit of assurance of course, like submitting the shares of Lanyard and StarTech to the organization."

Julian narrowed his eyes. "And if I don’t agree?"

"Do you have a second choice? Not only is Susan in our hands, but I have all evidence of you conspiring to kill George and Oliver Wright. Don’t doubt the proof I have. It's enough to get you sentenced for treason. If you don’t agree, you won’t survive in Canada even if w e let you and Susan go."

"We can go to other countries,” Julian said.

"Then you'll still have to give up on Lanyard and StarTech. And you’ll have to live the life of a refugee from then on. What's more, you'll drag your wife and child into this. But if you join us, I’ll cover up George and Oliver Wright’s deaths for you. No one will know that it's related to you. You can still be the richest in Canada happily," the person persuaded patiently.

"Happily? I’m afraid I'm only a puppet by then," Julian scoffed.

"A puppet is still better than losing your life and burdening your family. Don't you think so?” 'King' chuckled softly.

Julian's gaze morphed as if he was struggling, and he spoke after some time, "Tell me first. Is the promise of letting me and Susan go in three days true?"

"Yes," the person answered without hesitation." Whatever decision you make three days later, I'll let all of you leave. But one’s a dead end and one's a brightly lit path. I believe you know what to choose.”

"Let us go first. I need to consider. I'll come to you after my contemplation,” Julian replied.

The 'King' did not seem happy with the answer but he smiled nonetheless. "As you wish. I believe that you'll make the right choice ultimately."

With the press of a button, the projection of 'King' vanished but Julian paused while looking at his last

action.

His right hand? Why was he using his right hand just now?

From the blurry display of the projection, it was obvious that the person's left hand was closer to the place he was turning the projection off. A normal person would use their left hand that was the closest, but he had purposely used his right hand.

It felt like he was hiding something. What was he trying to hide? Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Julian's eyes narrowed.

As if receiving orders, Mr. Samael opened the door outside and Julian exited the house with the last scene replaying in his mind. He kept feeling like there was something that flashed across his mind but it did not pop enough for him to grasp it.

It was night in Canada.

In a dark room, a person stood up from a wheelchair and held the projector before turning on the light. It illuminated the person’s wrinkled face while he wore a faint smile on the corners of his lips.

For so many years, he had never felt this close to his goal!

Anthony Wright, George Wright, and Oliver Wright were all dead.

'George Wright, when you caused my daughter's death back then, did you ever think that everything you did

would rebound upon your family?'

A sinister smile slowly stretched across the old man's face.

'Thirty years. I've planned it for thirty years and it’s finally time to reap my fruit.’

George Wright's father, Anthony Wright's death back then was his plan. Now, George and Oliver Wright were following Anthony's demise but this was far from the end.

'You guys and everyone related to the Wrights, all of you, I want each and every one of you to die horrible deaths.'

Under the light, the old man's gaze was murky and menacing.

The next day, the old man went down. Downstairs, Luna who was rather worried stood there.

"Mom, it'll be fine. Dad must be super busy and forgot t o call,” Anna comforted her in a whisper.

"But he promised me. He'd call me once he arrived in the States," said Luna. "He should already be in America at this time, but his phone was shut off when I called."

"There was surely a welcoming banquet when Dad and his men arrived. Maybe he’s been busy and didn’t have time to turn his phone back on?" Anna supplied.

"Maybe..." Luna smiled, albeit it looked forced.

The old man grinned wickedly before his expression recovered swiftly to a normal one.

"Luna, what happened? No news with George yet?" the old man asked with a cough.

"Yes." Luna turned and concealed the worry in her eyes. "But it shouldn’t be an issue."

"Pawpaw Clark, why didn't you have the maid help you down? Don't move, I’ll go to you." Anna went over directly to help the old man.