Chapter 402: The Truth of the Bloodline and the Final Choice

The laptop screen went black, but the faint, smug reflection of the Southeast Prince seemed to linger in the polished surface. The air in the quiet café, once filled with the comforting aroma of coffee, now felt thin and suffocating. For a long, silent moment, Corentin Bill did not move. He sat as still as a statue carved from granite, the world around him fading into an irrelevant blur. Then, the dam of his composure broke. The killing intent that had been a cold, swirling undercurrent erupted...