Chapter 111: My son has been dead for so long?

Tino stared at Ghani for several moments without looking away even once.

He reached for the documents in front of him and began skimming through them. However, the more pages he turned, the more his fingers trembled.

He looked up at Ghani, who was now taking another drag from his cigarette.

"You’re not deceiving me, are you, Ghani Wen?" he asked in a hoarse voice, his tone filled with demands and pressure.

"Tino Nair..." Ghani said mockingly. "What’s the point of deceiving you? Your existence and that of your son no longer have any influence over my position in the Melvin Continent."

He tilted his head, studying the fear that was becoming increasingly evident on Tino’s face.

"Tino Nair, this is only one of the surprises I have for you. There is more. The biggest revelation is on the last few pages of those documents."

Ghani took another drag from his cigarette and exhaled the smoke into the air.

"Everything you’ve done will make you regret your actions once you’ve finished reading all of it."

Tino pointed at Ghani’s face with a trembling hand. His breathing grew increasingly rapid before he clutched his chest tightly.

"Ghani Wen!!!" he snarled.

Ghani chuckled before pressing the bell beside him several times.

Not long afterward, the head butler hurried into the room. The moment he saw Tino’s pale face, he immediately rushed toward him without even stopping to ask what had happened.

"Sir!!! What’s wrong?"

When Tino failed to respond, the head butler immediately hurried to his master’s study. A short while later, he returned with some medication and quickly helped Tino take it.

Ghani showed absolutely no reaction, as though the incident unfolding before him had nothing to do with him.

After swallowing several pills, color slowly returned to Tino’s face.

"Sir, I’ll take you to your room so you can rest. Your condition..."

Tino raised a hand, cutting him off.

"Get out. Leave the two of us alone."

"Sir..." the head butler called out hesitantly.

However, upon seeing Tino’s sharp gaze, the head butler finally swallowed hard and walked out of the room.

"Are you certain that all the documents you’ve brought before me are genuine?" Tino finally asked after the door closed.

"Each one bears the official certification seal of its respective division of the Melvin Continent Supervisory Council. Tino, you should understand this better than anyone. The people in every division of the Supervisory Council are civilians directly elected by the people of the Melvin Continent."

He crossed his legs and leaned back against the sofa.

Tino slowly shook his head.

Crash!

He swept all the documents off the table, sending them scattering across the floor with a loud noise. Then he stood up and walked toward his study.

Ghani smiled mockingly. He stubbed out his cigarette before looking at Tino’s subordinate.

"Take good care of your master. Perhaps this time, he really will die."

After saying that, Ghani stood up and left the Nair family residence. His steps were so leisurely that one might have thought his visit had been nothing more than an ordinary visit from a junior to his senior.

His convoy of cars departed from the Nair residence once again.

Inside the study, Tino took a photo album from the small cabinet beside his personal desk.

He ran his fingers over the surface of a photograph for several moments before finally murmuring in disbelief.

"How is this possible?"

He stared intently at the photograph.

"How could I have been deceived? My son has been dead for so long?"

A bitter laugh escaped his lips.

"How could I have been deceived? How could my son already be dead?"

Tears finally streamed down his aged face.

His secretary, who had just arrived, immediately stood beside him.

"Sir..." he said, lowering his head as he prepared to help Tino stand.

However, Tino pushed him away. He rose on his own strength before looking at the photograph still in his hand.

His eyes remained fixed on the figures in the picture: the man beside him, his son, and a baby girl being held by his son’s wife.

He gently pressed his temples before looking up at his secretary.

"Where is Laila now?" he asked.

"Sir?"

"Where is she now?!" Tino shouted.

"S-Sir, Miss Laila is currently at the Klein family residence, together with Mr. Brandon and several members of the Nair family’s forces."

Tino shook his head in frustration. He struggled to get up and accepted his secretary’s helping hand.

"Prepare the car. We’re going to the Klein family residence now," he ordered firmly.

His secretary was stunned for several moments, especially when he saw the look of despair and frustration on Tino’s face. Such an expression had not been seen since his master’s wife passed away ten years ago.

"Yes, Sir," he finally replied.

"My dear... have I disappointed you?" Tino asked softly, his voice filled with fear. "I’ve truly failed to protect our son."

He closed his eyes for several moments.

"I’ve even made such a terrible mistake."

Tino slowly shook his head. He placed the photograph back inside the bedside cabinet, then picked up his cane and walked out after his secretary had finished making all the necessary preparations.

Four black cars sped away from the Nair residence, which had once again fallen silent. Their destination was the Klein family residence in the eastern region of the Melvin Continent.

At the Klein family residence, Laila smiled triumphantly as she watched the man in front of her stagger toward her.

"Laila..." Brandon snarled hoarsely.

"What have you done to me?"

Laila walked closer and immediately wrapped her arms around Brandon.

"Brandon... didn’t I tell you? My Nair family isn’t as powerless as you think. You belong to me. Never try to run away from me or desire another woman besides me," she whispered near his ear.

Brandon shook his head.

"Laila, you’re completely insane. I’ve already told you before. I’ll only marry Hana. She’s the only woman I love."

Laila sneered. Her hand slowly moved to touch his neck.

Brandon swallowed hard. His body felt increasingly hot, while his mind and consciousness were gradually slipping out of his control.

Crash!

Brandon shoved Laila away, sending her stumbling backward.

"Laila!" he snarled. "Get out of my sight right now. If you do anything to me, I’ll make sure you won’t even have a place left to regret all of this in the future."

Laila groaned as her waist struck the table behind her.

She gritted her teeth.

"Brandon, you’re already in this condition, and you still dare to reject me?!"