Chapter 117


    “Andre?”


    Daran frowned. A clear hint of suspicion flickered across his eyes, “If I remember correctly, he is


    Danton’s son.”


    “Foster son.”


    Morgana corrected.


    “Lance asked his best man Danton to adopt Andre after the former King died. This is a smart move,


    really. You know, keeping your enemy close.”


    J still found this hard to believe, “But if Andre is really the former King’s kid, why didn’t Lance kill


    him? Why bother keeping him close?”


    Morgana shrugged, “Who knows? Maybe there are some mysteries about the former


    King that Lance hasn’t cracked yet, which made his son useful. Lance never shares his decision-


    making process with his subordinates. Like why does he keep you guys here? Nobody knows what he


    is thinking.”


    J bit her lower lip, pondering.


    Morgana was telling the truth. She could feel it


    If Andre was really the person that they were looking for, things would be quite


    difficult.


    They made a terrible first impression downstairs.


    It would be hard to persuade Andre to help them now.


    “Anything thoughts on how to break Andre?” Daran asked, “What is he like? Does he have any weak


    spots? Anything we can use?”


    “Andre is a spoiled little prick, which you have seen for yourself. Danton treated him very nicely over


    the years. He made sure that Andre had everything, money, women, booze, you name it. You can


    probably approach him with women-that kid is a dog-but you won’t be able to buy him. He is very close


    to his foster dad…


    “Wait.”


    J interrupted her, “Andre is close to Danton? Are you sure?”


    “Yeah, of course. Everybody knows it. Danton treats Andre like his own. They have a real connection,”


    Morgana said firmly.


    J frowned. She looked uncertain.


    Daran noticed her reluctance and he asked, “Why did you ask? Did you notice anything?”


    “Well…yeah.’


    J said slowly while trying hard to recall what she saw earlier.


    “When they carried Andre out of the nightclub…and his shirt was loose…I happened to notice some old


    scars on his body.”


    “So? It doesn’t mean anything,” Morgana yawned. “You guys just kicked his ass. It was natural to leave


    some scars.”


    “Ancient. Scars.” J stressed.


    Morgana froze. After a short pause, she said, “Maybe he bumped into a wall or something-”


    “By scars, I meant burn marks and weal.”


    The roompsed into silence.


    Everyone was rendered speechless by this.


    If Andre was really General Danton’s beloved son, why would there be evidence of physical abuse on


    his body?


    And more importantly, who dared to abuse the General’s son?


    Did Danton know about this?


    ‘Are you sure you saw it right?” Morgana frowned, “Danton adored his son. He would never allow


    anyone toy a finger on Andre.”


    J wanted to say that she was absolutely certain.


    Yet when everyone questioned something, she began to question its uracy herself.


    “I…”


    J paused. Then she shook her head, “Never mind. Maybe I saw it wrong.” Daran rubbed her


    tensed neck and said, “Don’t worry. We will find a way to confirm itter. For now, we just focus on how


    to approach Andre.”


    Morgana let out a big yawn.


    “You mind if I skip this session?” she said idly. “Like you said, we haven’t entered a trustworthy


    rtionship yet.”


    Daran nodded. He held J’s hand and turned to leave.


    J nced at Kass, “Are youing with us?”


    Kass made a funny movement. It seemed as though he wanted to stand up but there was an invisible


    force dragging him back to his seat.


    Morgana leaned over and ced her hand on Kass’s shoulder.


    She chuckled, “No. You stay.”


    Kass gulped nervously. He seemed even more nervous now than before.


    “Are


    you sure?” J asked Kass again.


    She didn’t want Kass to feel that this was a quid pro quo and that he was obligated to do this against


    his will.


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    Kass licked his dry lips uneasily. After a small pause, he gave a small nod to J. Morgana giggled,


    “Attaboy.”


    She pecked his cheek. His face was now ming red.


    J smiled and left the room with Daran.


    The nightclub was as loud and hectic as before. The dancing crowd got even crazier after midnight.


    A lot of people recognized Daran and J earlier. So they decided to take the back


    after midnight.


    A lot of people recognized Daran and J earlier. So they decided to take the back door instead to


    avoid unnecessary attention.


    On the way, J asked Daran, “So how should approach Andre? It would be hard after…what


    happened tonight.”


    “If given another chance, I would still kick his ass. He deserves it,” Daran said coldly. “Making friends


    with Andre is practically impossible even without our little encounter tonight. We can’t win him over with


    Danton in the picture.”


    J sighed.


    Daran was right.


    The main issue was not with Andre but with Danton.


    “Don’t worry about it. You can leave it to me,” Daran said in a soft voice. “If


    necessary, I will just abduct that piece of shit to the middle of nowhere and torture an answer out of


    him.”


    J smiled briefly.


    She was still concerned.


    Violence was not a smart move. She didn’t want to go down that road unless they absolutely must.


    They arrived at the employee exit. Daran pushed the door open. Yet he froze the next


    second.


    J gave him a questioning look. Daran put his index finger on his lips, gesturing her to keep quiet,


    and beckoned her to peek through the door crack.


    J followed his instructions.


    Outside of the employee exit was a back alley. A few people were gathered by the


    trash bin.


    It was Andre and a few guards.


    J frowned. Shouldn’t Andre have been taken to the hospital already? What was he doing here?


    Right at this moment, Andre spoke up. His voice was slightly trembling. It sounded as though he was in


    a lot of pain.


    “H-How much longer?” he asked.


    One man checked his watch and said, “Soon. Master Andre.”


    The man repeated himself in a respectful yet distant manner, “Very soon. Master Andre.”


    J exchanged an incredulous look with Daran.


    It seemed like Andre was forced to wait for somebody. But who was powerful enough to make Andre


    wait with a broken leg?


    The passenger door opened up.


    A man got off.


    It was General Danton.


    Andre sat up straighter. There was cold sweat on his forehead.


    He looked up at Danton, half-awed, half-afraid, and murmured in a low voice, “…Father.”


    Danton let out a light snort.


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    Slowly, he pulled something out of his pocket.


    It was a whip!


    With a ripping noise, Danton wielded that wipe andshed Andre mercilessly!


    SPLASH!


    A gruesome mark appeared on Andre’s face. Blood rushed down instantly.


    J opened her mouth in shock. A gasp almost escaped her lips. But Daran mped her mouth just


    in time to stifle that gasp.


    “Kneel.”


    Danton said coldly.


    “Fucking kneel for me. You piece of shit,” Dantonughed maliciously.