Chapter 1045

“Have Marcus rise and return.”

“Yes, Mrs. Thomas. But I fear Jonah may not let this go,” Freyja responded, her voice tinged with

anxiety. She couldn’t forget the threatening look in Jonah’s eyes at the hospital earlier.

Claudia pondered for a moment before shaking her head.

“Let it be. He’s been dealt a significant blow. Hopefully, he’ll learn from this experience and avoid

repeating his errors.”

Some things, it seemed, had no end.

In the secluded forest, veiled by layers of mystery, a torrential rain raged. Amid the downpour stood a

team clad in black raincoats, their right hands clutching dark firearms.

They were poised and ready, their eyes fixed on the figure upon the stage.

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The man on the stage, his eyes as black as ink beneath his dark hat, resembled a harbinger of doom.

This was their leader, a man they followed with unwavering Loyalty.

Bruce raised his cold eyes to the horizon, raindrops the size of beans splattering against the fresh

green leaves.

The team below him, each member a product of his rigorous training, boasted precision and agility,

capable of hitting the target from a hundred yards away.

His fist tightened, aware that the actions of this day would lead to triumph or disaster.

A figure rushed onto the stage, whispering into Bruce’s ear.

“The latest intelligence. Marcus continues to kneel in punishment at the old mansion. We can ambush

him along his return path.”

Bruce’s eyes narrowed as he glanced at his watch, his voice resolute.

“Move out.”

Upon his order, the team swiftly climbed into vehicles, ready to embark.

Four or five military-green off-road vehicles roared to life, exiting the concealed underground

passageway within the dense woods, advancing with bold intent.

Back at the old mansion.

“Sir Marcus, you may rise now.” Freyja, having assisted Claudia back to her room, emerged with an

umbrella.

Marcus struggled to his feet. After more than ten hours of kneeling, his legs were stiff and alien.

“Sir Marcus, be sure to soak your knees in hot water when you return,”

Freyja advised.

Marcus stood silently in the rain, his lips pressed together, raindrops tracing down his strong chin. His

tall and sturdy frame was emphasized by the relentless downpour.