âAbroad?â Henleyâs frown deepened.
âMitchelâs wedding is in six days.
It appears Raegan has no intent of attending.
â
Yet, how could he let such an affair proceed without her?
âFind a way to compel her return by then,â Henley commanded.
He wanted his triumph witnessed by Raegan, the woman he loved, and by extension, for her to witness Mitchel, the thief whoâd usurped his life.
âUnderstood.
â The black-clad figure nodded and departed.
Henleyâs gaze lingered one final time on the brilliantly illuminated dome.
Soon, heâd ascend there, supplanting anotherâs existence.
He craved the submission of all whoâd looked down on him, their penance at his feet.
The eve of Mitchelâs wedding with Katie arrived swiftly.
Within the skyscr@per, Mitchel held a wine glass in his hand, standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, his eyes gazing into the distance, lost in thought.
Matteoâs knock reverberated, punctuating the silence.
Entering, he espied Mitchel with the glass, unable to resist a word of caution.
âMr.
Dixon, have you taken your medication? You should avoid drinking alcohol after taking medicine.
â
Mitchel set the glass aside, querying, âAll set?â
âYes, no hitches.
Weâve ensured not even a whisper will disturb tomorrow.
â
Mitchelâs gaze pierced the distance, a calm determination evident.
âExcellent.
Youâll be stationed in the field tomorrow for assistance.
â
Matteo hesitated.
âMr.
Dixon, perhaps itâs prudent I remain by your side.
â
Considering Mitchelâs frailty, Matteo dared not stray far.
Mitchelâs impending âweddingâ spurred Matteo to redouble his efforts, ensuring every detail was meticulously attended to before hastening back.
Matteoâs fervent desire was to stand sentinel beside Mitchel during this crucial juncture.
The memory of a prior explosive incident fueled his resolve.
Heâd go to any lengths to prevent its recurrence, even if it meant sacrificing himself for Mitchelâs sake.
Matteoâs loyalty was deeply ingrained, rooted in two fundamental aspects.
Firstly, Mitchel had recognized his latent potential when others had not, investing time and effort to cultivate it.
Secondly, it was Mitchelâs astuteness and expertise that commanded Matteoâs respect.
Mitchelâs strategic prowess was akin to a sturdy vessel navigating financial tempests, ensuring Ambrosiaâs economic stability and shielding it from foreign interference.
Matteoâs deep-seated belief in safeguarding national pride and thwarting foreign dominance aligned seamlessly with Mitchelâs vision.
Hence, Matteo vowed to shield Mitchel, a valuable asset to the nation, at any cost.
âNo need.
The external situation is as vital.
I canât entrust it to others,â Mitchel declared, seated in the harsh light.
A pang of distress momentarily gripped Matteo, fearing the loss of Mitchel.
But it was only a moment, as Matteo trusted in Mitchelâs judgment.
His Lips set in a firm line, Mitchel continued, âW will accompany me.
â