Chapter 1497


    The tension in the grand hall was palpable, with everyone’s eyes fixed on BLACK.


    Timothy gripped his firearm, his eyes alert and piercing, as if ready to pull the trigger the moment he


    got a clear view of BLACK''s face.


    At this knife-edge moment, a voice at the door pierced the silence.


    "Boss, the Elder has arrived."


    No sooner had the words hung in the air than a figure stepped through the doorway.


    The neer wore a mask, yet it was evident he was a young man.


    Behind Quentin trailed a retinue of about a dozen bodyguards, all looking weary from travel.


    Timothy immediately stood up.


    "Elder, what brings you here today?"


    Quentin''s gaze shifted between Rp and BLACK, his brow furrowed with concern, "What''s going on


    here?"


    Without hesitation, Timothy exined his suspicions.


    "Elder, that''s the situation. Fortunately you''re here. You know the gentleman, so you might verify his


    identity for us."


    A clever ploy to shift the me.


    If BLACK hadn''t been reced by Ian, then Timothy would have offended him. Now, by passing the


    buck to Quentin, Quentin would be the one to offend BLACK.


    But BLACK and Quentin were in cahoots; there would be no hard feelings.


    Without further ado, Quentin approached Ian.


    Standing directly in front of Ian, he swiftly lifted the ck hood.


    As half of Ian''s face was exposed, Quentin''s fingers stiffened momentarily, then he readjusted the


    hood, almost reflexively as if he hadn''t registered the action.


    From their vantage points, neither Timothy nor Rp could see Ian''s partially revealed face; Quentin


    was the sole witness.


    Now that Quentin had readjusted the hood, the face was once again concealed.


    He found a seat and settled down. Timothy couldn''t contain his curiosity.


    "Elder, did you get a good look?"


    Quentin took a sip of the tap water from a ss beside him and scoffed, "What, you think I could


    mistake his identity?"


    Timothy''s heart skipped a beat, and he chuckled nervously.


    "Of course not, just making sure no one''s being impersonated here."


    He quickly bowed in Ian''s direction, "My apologies, sir."


    Ian remained silent, his eyes lingering on Quentin.


    This was the enigmatic figure he had been searching for, the one who had been pulling the strings


    behind the four powerful families with such ease.


    His posture hinted at youthfulness.


    Rp quickly lowered his gun, "With both the sir and the Elder present, we''ve made a fool of ourselves


    today. The older we get, the fuzzier our brains be, my sincerest apologies."


    He poured Ian a cup of tea with a smile, begging the gentleman not to take offense.


    Ian''s fingertips traced the rim of the cup; the Elder''s motives was unclear to him.


    Despite having seen his face, the Elder had chosen to keep it hidden.


    The atmosphere in the room grew more nuanced.


    The Elder rarely made daytime appearances, yet here he was today, and even crossed paths with


    BLACK.


    These two were never seen together before.


    Patric had doubted BLACK''s identity the night before.


    And his doubts persisted.


    He nced at Timothy, who shook his head to signal that the identity check was clear. Reаd at


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    Had Ian not infiltrated their midst?


    Quentin''s eyes narrowed as he caught sight of Patric.


    Had the fool finally wised up?


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    Since he was present here, did it mean Maja was close by?