âY-Your grandson? Who is that?â
âWho do you think it is? Itâs Alex Rockefeller!â
Whoosh!
Joel was stunned, speechless, and his eyes wide. No one had told him that Alex was Geronimo Melvisâ
grandson!
This f*cking thing. Others might not know how explosive Geronimoâs fiery temper was, but Joel was
very well aware of it. It wasnât even a secret in Alaska, and some time ago, he had indeed heard of a
grandson of Geronimo that had visited him. The Melvis family had been turned upside down, and two
Grandmasters had even had to give way in the face of superior strength, making a strategic withdrawal.
This matter had spread like wildfire among the circle of the wealthy and young people in Alaska, and
the stories sounded more fictional than real. Countless of them wanted to catch a glimpse of the true
face of Geronimoâs grandson, and there were even countless celebrities in Alaska who wanted to spark
something with him. Even Joel himself had wanted to get acquainted with him. Still, he never thought
that he would so utterly refute the grandson of Geronimo, and Joel even wanted to throw a million
dollars at him to chase away the so-called poor bodyguard.
At this moment, he thought to himself, wasnât the Quarters family done for?
Just at this moment, Zachary came in to report, âPresident, there were suspicious traces found under
the cliff.â
Geronimo turned around and left without any hesitation.
He followed Zachary to where Alex and Grant had jumped off from the cliff, and they saw clear
footprints, which had sunk deeply, as though the steps had been extremely heavy.
âPresident, there are footprints of two people here.â
âTwo people? Then, one of them must be my grandson. Fine, I knew it. How could my grandson die so
easily?â
Soon, someone found a platinum earring on the ground. After Grace had clarified, it was confirmed that
this was the earring Phoebe had been wearing.
At this moment, another person from the Divine Constabulary sent a message, âPresident Melvis, there
are traces of a suspected fight breaking out ahead.â
âWhat do you mean, âsuspectedâ? You mean it canât be confirmed?â Geronimo asked angrily.
âPresident, this⦠Itâs because itâs quite weird. It doesnât seem to be the results of the power of a
human.â
âReally?â
As a result, everyone went ahead to take a look.
It was the many large old trees that had been chopped down, and the cut was extremely flat and clean.
It was all cut at the same height, and it looked as though the trees had been laid on the cutting board
and cut through. But, there were at least a dozen of those gigantic trees that had been cut down, and it
stretched a few tens of meters forward and backward.
It couldnât be that a forty meter long knife had been used to cut them all down in one swing, right?
âPresident, according to our observations, the last place they were at should be the cliff near the sea.
Weâve found a pig mask!â
âItâs possible that they jumped down from the cliff, but⦠If they had jumped off from the cliff, then all the
leads were gone, and it was impossible to follow up anymoreâ¦â
***
On the mysterious island.
Whoosh!
A mysterious and abstruse rune array had formed above Grant Xenosâ head. Then, it formed a
miraculous Soul Contract with Alex.
Grant originally didnât care much for it. It was such a mess array, what kind of contract was that? Who
would believe you?
However, once the Soul Contract was formed, he instantly regretted it, because at that moment, he
suddenly understood what it entailed. With the existence of this Soul Contract, his soul was shackled,
and his life and death was now in Alexâs hands. He
could no longer break free from it, ever!
If Alex wanted him alive, then he would live. If Alex wanted him dead, then he would die.
There was no room for negotiation.
For an instant, he had the thought of killing not only Alex, but also Phoebe.
But in the next moment, a sharp pain shot through his head, and it felt as though his soul was
completely torn apart. The intense pain had him stumbling to the ground, holding his head and rolling.
Finally, he crawled and creeped on the ground, constantly crying for mercy.