Chapter 265: Puppet

Golden Coast. The sunlight lay warm and gentle. A sea breeze drifted over an endless field of sunflowers, stirring them in soft waves. Rustle, rustle, rustle-the sound came and went, carrying a clean, sweet fragrance that seeped straight into the lungs. Hopkins Morgan cradled an exquisite teacup. He blew lightly across the foam, took an unhurried sip, and only then spoke, as if nothing in the world could hurry him. "Chiton tea," he said with quiet relish, "is truly the greatest invention this...