Chapter 1012
During the month of June, Bayside City was a field of greenery; even the cemetery outside the city was
green and lively.
However, the greenery here was covered with ayer of sorrow and solemnity; buried deep under the
greenery was once a vivid life.
There were ck and white photos of old and young people attached to rows of tombstones. Each
person had a simple epitaph summarizing their lifetime; some of them led ordinary lives, while others had
magnificent ones.
A man with a head full of white hair arrived with a handful of chrysanthemums. Then, he ced the
flowers in front of a tombstone that neither looked old or new.
The man in the photo looked very young; he had healthy ck hair with fine features and a bright,
happy smile. He probably didn’t know that this photo would appear on his tombstone one day.
The white-haired man ced the chrysanthemums in front of the tombstone as he squatted down. He
ced a hand on the tombstone and stared at the picture of the young man dazedly.
The name ‘Quinton rk’ was engraved on the tombstone; there was even the story about how he had
sacrificed his life to save his students who had been kidnapped by some terrorists. He died a heroic
death in his thirties.
The man had been squatting there for a while when he heard footsteps from behind him all of a sudden.
As he stood up and turned around, he saw a young man walking toward him. The young man looked
unfamiliar as he wore gold-rimmed sses that made him look like an intellectual, and he was also
holding a bouquet of bright chrysanthemums.
“You are…” asked the old man in confusion after he wiped away the tears from his face.
The young man held the flowers as he bent down and ced them in front of Quinton’s tombstone. After
that, he nced at the ck and white photo that would remain on the tombstone forever and gave a
small smile. “I was Quinton’s former colleague; myst name is Fletcher.”
The old man collected himself as he took a tissue from his assistant’s hand and wiped his face. He then
replied, “Ah, you are Hope’s colleague. I’m his father.”
The young man named Fletcher nodded respectfully at Jackson. “Hello, uncle.”
The two of them stood in front of the tombstone and stared at the picture on it.
Jackson sighed. “Hope’s mother had brought him to me. When I first saw the child, I knew that he was
destined for great things; he was smart, understanding and kind.”
Even though his son had passed many years ago, Jackson’s eyes filled with pride when he spoke about
him.
“Hope was only fourteen when he came to my house with his mother, but he had already finished all his
high school courses. He was epted into Bayside University the following year, and he became the
youngest student in their ss. He was such a kind-hearted child; he would volunteer at the orphanage
every month and was such a good boy, but unfortunately…”
Jackson let out a deep sigh and kept quiet.
Meanwhile, the young man said nothing. He merely listened to Jackson as he talked about his son with
sadness in his eyes.
The young man eventually left, and Jackson stared at his back dazedly.
He had never met this young man before, but why did Jackson feel like they had crossed paths
somewhere…
On the other hand, the young man had not left the cemetery as he walked over to the Fletcher Family’s
ancestral grave site; many chrysanthemums were ced on each tombstone.
The young man came to a mausoleum, and the photo on the tombstone was also of a young man who
looked unusually heroic and handsome.
It was Theo’s tombstone, and had been dead for more than 30 years.
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As the young man stood in front of the tombstone, he stared at the photo that resembled himself in a
daze. After a while, he bent down and ced a bouquet of chrysanthemums in front of it.
They had finally moved Elizabeth’s grave next to Theo’s tombstone. They couldn’t be together when they
were alive, and they couldn’t be in the same grave when they were dead. After watching Theo being
buried into the ground, Elizabeth bought a plot on the other side of the mountain and arranged her affairs
in order beforemiting suicide; she had been watching her husband lovingly from the other side for
decades.
A few years back, the Fletcher Family finally got around to registering their marriage certificates and
moved Elizabeth’s grave from the opposite mountain.
Quinton sat down in front of the grave as he took out a bottle of wine and two sses. He poured two
sses of wine, putting one ss in front of the grave while he drank the other ss.
With that, he drank one ss after another while sitting quietly in front of the tombstone…
Suddenly, he hid his face and broke into tears; as he cried, he continued to drink.
All of a sudden, someone stood behind him. Since Quinton was a well-trained assassin, he had a strong
sense of awareness; he already knew that someone was standing behind him, but he chose to remain
silent.
One was standing while the other one was sitting; the two of them had faces with the same
temperament, and there were some simrities in terms of their features.
They both had the same father, but each possessed apletely different fate.
In the end, Michael was the one who spoke first.
“I knew that you’d be here—you even visited the rk Family.”
Michael felt like there was still hope for Quinton; he found out that thetter had secretly visited his
stepfather when he snuck back into Cethos. After all, he always had a good rtionship with his
stepfather.
Quinton was quiet. He drained the wine in his ss and ced it gently in front of the tombstone.
Looking at Theo’s ck and white photograph, he said, “You want to know about the de, right?”
He continued in a hoarse voice, “I once fought with de over a business deal. His abilities aren’t
weaker than mine, but his overall strength isn’t as powerful as ours if he’s fighting alone. I remember that
business deal; I got the target’s head to the client before him and obtained the reward money, but he was
so mad for being a stepte that he killed the target’s entire family.”
Michael listened silently and didn’t interrupt.
Quinton continued, “The assassins on the leaderboard aren’t just based on their killing skills, but also
their undercover skills. de does not know my identity; likewise, I have never seen de in person
either. I don’t know what sort of disguise he is wearing.”
Michael quickly asked, “Who hired de?”
Quinton confessed, “That person is as influential as Cooper. Just like Cooper, he is also good at hiding
his real strength; it is far from what is simply seen.”
Michael fell into utter silence.
In Bayside City, there were only a few people who dared topare themselves as equals to Cooper;
Michael had only seen one before.
Quinton said, “A few years back, he was the one who secretly helped me to capture Sophia. He wanted
me to stall and crush you; he even guessed that you’d ask Linus for help. Hence, he sent a traitor in
advance to stir trouble in the Michel Family and diverted Linus’ attention away from you. During the time
of Sophia’s incident, you couldn’t contact Linus because he was being held back by the family; he
couldn’t even take care of himself.”
If that person was really just as Quinton had described him, his current strength was definitely not
weaker than Cooper. In fact, he even hid himself better than Cooper.
That person was also Cooper’s old rival. Back when Cooper was in trouble, they suspected that he and
Alex had teamed up and nned it behind the scenes, but there was just no evidence.
Quinton continued, “Also, that person once asked me to kidnap Carmen. When I didn’t obey his orders,
he went to look for de. Other than that…”
Quinton looked up and stared at Michael with his bloodshot eyes. “de and Katrina were once a
couple.”