Chapter 5: Swirl Of Conspiracy

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Nights in Starville were lonely for Gordon. He sat alone at a street stall, ordering a few dishes and a couple of beers and drinking himself. Through Colin, he learned about what happened during his three years in a coma. During these years, both his parents and Beatrice's parents died unexpectedly. He had gone from being the future heir of the York family to having nothing, even being expelled from the family and erased from the family tree. The Lake family treated Beatrice the same way. They labeled her a jinx and cast her out. Fortunately, Beatrice was competent with her job and apartment, preventing her from becoming homeless. However, to pay off Gordon's debts and cover his medical expenses over these three years, Beatrice exhausted her salary and sold her apartment, living frugally in rented places. Despite any resentment Beatrice held toward Gordon, he was still her husband in name, and she took on the responsibility of repaying his debts and maintaining his treatment. She truly was a woman of loyalty and integrity. Gordon was satisfied with Beatrice's attitude. "Beatrice..." Reflecting on what he learned from Colin and Beatrice's attitude toward him since waking up, a wry smile appeared on Gordon's face as he tilted his head back and finished his beer. Initially, he wanted nothing to do with Beatrice. He had wanted them to go their separate ways. Yet, given her sacrifices, Gordon undoubtedly owed her a massive debt of gratitude. If not for her unwavering support, his body would have long perished, and Gordon would never have been reborn. All things considered, he owed Beatrice a life. Moreover, Gordon's instincts told him there was a hidden truth behind the deaths of their parents. The assassin, Ralph, seemed to be demanding something from Beatrice. If this were true, Beatrice remained in constant danger. Although Gordon had no intention of getting involved, he owed Beatrice a debt and a life. He was clear-cut about debts and vendettas as a Demon Lord, always repaying kindness and avenging grievances. Besides, he had been drawn into this invisible swirl of conspiracy from the moment he awoke and eliminated Ralph. "Fine, I'll help her to repay this debt. Besides, resolving this matter would honor the owner of this body." With these thoughts flashing through his mind, Gordon drained his glass of beer, muttering to himself. No matter what traps lay ahead, Gordon was determined to forge through. He needed ample preparation to return to the Asurian Westrealm, starting from Starville. After finishing his meal and beer, Gordon counted the dwindling cash in his pocket and found a nearby hotel to stay at. He was homeless and broke, with the little money he had coming from Colin. He faced a pressing issue: a lack of money and a job. Lying on the bed, Gordon thought about ways to make money, sifting through the vast information in his mind. "Got it!" His eyes lit up. He recalled that Darkfang Wolf, leader of the Iron Fang Gang, owed him 100,000 dollars. Collecting this debt would allow him to purchase necessary equipment and sustain himself. Musing over this, Gordon muttered, "I wonder how those guys are doing after three years?" He dialed a series of unique numbers from the phone on the bedside table, each belonging to his friends. Yet, none of the calls connected, filling Gordon with unease. Could something have happened to them? Then, shaking his head lightly, he reassured himself that their prowess and status were unmatched worldwide, and few could harm them. "Why am I worrying about them? I should focus on myself, enhancing my strength, building my force, and returning to the Asurian Westrealm." With this resolve, Gordon fell asleep. At the York Mansion's study. A middle-aged man in his forties elegantly stood by the desk, reading a book. An aura of authority and presence emanated from him. He was James York, the current head of the York family. Beside him stood a young man and woman, both looking miserable and battered, their faces swollen like pigs' heads. The young man and woman were Colin and Lydia. "Mr. James, you must stand up for us," Lydia pleaded with a tearful face as James set down the book. "Yes, Mr. James," Colin echoed, equally aggrieved. "What happened? How did you end up like this?" James frowned, puzzled by their appearance. "Mr. James, that useless Gordon woke up at the hospital and cursed you outside the York Mansion. We couldn't bear it and argued with him, but he beat us up. The security couldn't stop him." Lydia sobbed, her voice filled with grievance. "What? That little bastard woke up, cursed me, and beat you?" James's face darkened with anger. "Yes, he called you a bastard. He said you killed his parents to seize the family head position, which should rightfully be his," Colin added. "That damned brat! He's infuriating!" James's fists clenched, slamming the desk. "He also said that though the York family cast him out today, we would regret it, and he would make the entire family kneel at his feet," the siblings continued. "That insolent brat! Spread the word! Any business that hires him is an enemy of the York Group! I'll ensure he has nowhere to stay in the entire galaxy, and starves to death!" James' words were icy and ruthless. "Understood!" Lydia and Colin nodded. "Leave!" James waved them off impatiently. "Yes!" The siblings exchanged a glance and retreated. Once they were gone, James pondered briefly, then took out an old phone and dialed an unusual number. Shortly, a cold yet magnetic voice answered, "What do you need?" "Your disciple should be coming down from the mountain soon, right? Have her kill someone for me. Consider it her training," James spoke, his eyes gleaming coldly. "Who?" "Gordon York." "Isn't he in a coma?" "He woke up." "Alright." Hanging up, James picked up the book again.

Chapter 5: Swirl Of Conspiracy

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