Chapter 513 The Lion’s Warning

    White’s eyes flickered with bitter sarcasm. He didn’t argue, just asked coldly, “Where’s bJonathan/bb? /bI want bto /b

    bsee /bhim.”

    “You already did,” Stone replied. “Last time.”

    “I want to see him again–or call him. Right now. Immediately.”

    White’s emotions were unraveling fast.

    Arms folded, Stone watched him calmly.

    White ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “I can’t leave this ce. I’ll die.”

    Those words hit Stone like a brick.

    Jonathan had been right.

    Stone looked at White with a sh of sympathy. “I don’t know why you’d think that. But I won’t let you die -not yet. Now get in the car.”

    That assurance seemed to calm White a little.

    He closed his eyes during the drive, silent and distant, Stone sat beside him, alert.

    Several vehicles had been dispatched at the same time, each one heavily securedyered with protectionb. /b

    But many eyes were watching.

    Not long into the route, Stone got a call: several of the decoy vehicles had been attacked and blown up.

    His face darkened with fury.

    Victor and his son had stirred up this messb, /byet it was innocent people who paid the price.

    Fortunately, Stone’s car made it to the hotel safely.

    But that didn’t mean he rxed. He knew this was only the beginning.

    As White got out, he nced at Stone and whispered, “Tell Jonathan–I’ll agree to anything he wantsb./b”

    He was done ying games.

    He wanted to live.

    And if survival meant relying on a man who wasn’t even family, so be it.

    Up until Victor requested to see him, White had clung to a shred of hope–that his father bwouldn’t /bbbe /bbso /b

    heartlessb. /b

    But Victor was Victor. He should’ve known better.

    bChapter /bb518 /bbThe /bLion’s Warning

    bIn /bbVictor’s /bbeyes/bb, /bbhe /bbwas /bno longer a son. He was ba /bbthreat/b.

    Stone didn’t respond, didn’t acknowledge the words–but White wasn’t bupset/b. bHe /bknew bStone /bbhad /bad him.

    Even though this was a fatherb–/bson meeting, White was now an internationally wanted bcriminal/b. bVictor /bwasn’t allowed to meet him alone.

    Stone brought two officers along and led White into the pre–cleared meeting room.

    Despite multiple security sweeps, his men checked the room again before letting anyone bin/bb. /b

    Maddox was already there. When he saw Stone, he smiled and nodded.

    Stone immediately looked away.

    Undeterred, Maddox made small talk. “Didn’t expect you to personally lead the escort.”

    Stone didn’t answer.

    Maddox let out a sigh. “What, not even going to speak to me now?”

    Finally, Stone gave him a look. “You shouldn’t have brought someone else to see Madam Wendy.”

    The smile froze on Maddox’s face.

    Before he could respond, Stone added, “Step aside.”

    Maddox moved, expression stiff, as Stone’s men began a full–body search.

    “Standard procedure. Hope you understand, Mr. Treno.”

    “Of course.”

    Maddox didn’t look pleased. As Stone brushed past him, Maddox couldn’t hold back–he reached out and grabbed his arm.

    “I may have failed Jonathan, but I’ve never betrayed the rest of you.”

    iSo /iiwhy /iido /iiyou /iiall /ilook iat /iime /ilike ithat/i?

    Stone turned his head, gaze sharp but level. “I’m a soldier.”

    They never abandon their own.

    On the battlefield, your back is your lifeline.

    Loyalty is everything.

    Maddox paled instantly.

    After a long pause, he managed a strained smile. “You’re right. I misjudged things.b” /b

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    Chapter 513 The Lion’s Warning

    Inside the room, Victor was already waiting.

    When White stepped in, he gave him a smile. “My son, you’ve really outdone yourself this btime /b

    He stood, arms outstretched for an embrace-

    -but Stone immediately stepped between them. “No physical contact.

    Victor didn’t push it. He nodded, all understanding grace.

    Once they were seated, Victor spoke again. “I was so worried when I heard what happened. Tell meb–/bbnone /bof those usations are true, are they?”

    ever

    White sat stiffly, lips trembling. Fear radiated from every inch of his posture.

    Victor’s eyes gleamed with contempt.

    iOf /iicourse /ihe’s inot /ilike iJonathan/i.

    White was supposed to be the most promising of his sons. Yet here he sat–shaking, silent, pathetic.

    And Jonathan thought he could beat him with this kind of waste?

    Victor’s mouth curled into a cruel smirk.

    Today, he would make an example–remind his foolish sons that even an aging lion is still a lion. His throne is not up for grabs.

    And Jonathan?

    He’d learn the hard way what it meant to losepletely, and without mercy.