Chapter 777
Chapter 777:
“Isn’t Orson supposed to transfer his authority to Mateo?”
Janice scoffed. “Orson isn’t a fool. He understands what he needs to do.”
“You mentioned needing to see Orson to verify some suspicions. So…” Vernon, driving, couldn’t contain his curiosity.
Aiden was equally eager to learn more.
Janice paused thoughtfully before revealing, “Orson is likely my mother’s father.”
“What?” Vernon exclaimed, slamming on the brakes in surprise. He turned to Janice, his face a portrait of shock.
Aiden was equally astounded by this revelation. He now understood the magnitude of the truth Janice had hinted at being shocking.
Indeed, it was shocking!
The Welch family had been responsible for the downfall of the White family, yet Janice was related to Orson.
“Don’t be so shocked,” Janice said, massaging her temples. “I have no intention of reconnecting with him. No matter his reasons, he failed to protect his loved ones. He probably is too ashamed to claim me as his granddaughter.”
Reflecting on Orson’s demeanor earlier, it seemed the perceptive old man had recognized her.
However, burdened by his inability to safeguard the White family, he believed he didn’t deserve to acknowledge his granddaughter and had chosen to remain silent.
“Everything is resolved in Cloverhill. We need to return to Efrery and address my brother’s issues,” Janice stated, her eyes narrowing and her tone taking on a grave note. “When I return, it will be to settle things with the Welch family once and for all.”
Aiden looked at Janice, his expression somber. He reached out to hold her hand, his silence conveying deep support.
F𝖎rst 𝒂pp𝓮ared 𝒊n gⲁ𝅘𝓁𝗇𝑜ν𝖊𝗅⩼𝒸𝗈𝗺
Whatever her plans, he was committed to standing by her side. Janice offered a small smile to Aiden, then turned her attention back to the landscape speeding by outside the car window.
As the cityscape flashed past, she made a silent vow that soon all the prominent families in Cloverhill would recognize the resurgence of the White family.
Boom!
Suddenly, a loud roar shattered the calm.
“It’s an ambush!” Vernon cried out as several black cars emerged from the traffic, maneuvering to encircle their vehicle.
On the highway, a high-speed chase unfolded with several cars. A black sedan sliced through the traffic, maneuvering with the precision of a seasoned racer.
Yet, no matter its speed, the pursuing vehicles clung closely behind, poised to overtake at any opportunity.
At the rear of the procession, Gilmore lounged in a Rolls-Royce, idly spinning a wine glass, relishing the chase unfolding before him.
“MO, I owe you for saving Father, so I’m personally overseeing your departure. Quite the gesture, don’t you think?” Gilmore’s eyes gleamed with malice, a sinister smile curling his lips.
With Orson now conscious, MO had outlived her usefulness.
Eliminating her was the only way he could truly relax; the lingering threat she posed was intolerable.
Suddenly, a loud crash disrupted the silence.
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