Although Wesley was older, his face bore no fine lines, marking him as a mature andposed middle-aged man.


    "Where is Jenna?" Adler demanded, unwilling to waste another second in Wesley''s presence. Every moment lost meant Jenna was in more danger.


    Wesley took a seat, the grandeur of the cathedral around them making it feel as if he were perched high above, necessitating Adler to look up to meet his gaze. Wesley spoke slowly, "The girl is in my grasp. If you wish to save her, you must trade something of equal value."


    "What did you say?"


    Adlerughed incredulously, "Trade? Jenna is not an object. You''ve kidnapped her; that''s a crime! Besides, she''s your future daughter-inw. Why would you do this?" "Jenna belongs to a distant branch of the Costello family. Of all the people, why her? The Costellos are cold-hearted, not a single good one among them."Content held by N?velDrama.Org.


    Wesley''s voice was cold, "If you weren''t my son, she would have been dead already."


    "Hand Jenna over to me!"


    Adler, holding a military saber, advanced towards Wesley, but the next second, a gunshot halted his steps.


    From a corner, Reece emerged, gun in hand, with the bullet striking just inches from Adler''s feet. In such dim light, only a marksman could achieve such precision. "See, how rash you are. Do you even resemble my son in the slightest?"


    Wesley''s face was expressionless as he turned to Reece, saying, "Reece is far morepetent, brilliant, and much more like me." "What?"


    Adler, pointing at Reece who stood beside Wesley on the dais, eximed, "He''s like you?"


    "You should actually call him ''brother.""


    Wesley spoke indifferently, "If it hadn''t been for a business marriage with your mother, I wouldn''t have abandoned Rasheta and her son The life you''ve lived these past twenty years should have been his. You owe your brother."


    "My brother? Are you fucking joking with me?"


    Adler attempted to move forward, but Reece raised his gun again, effortlessly blocking Adler''s every possible route with bullets.


    The handgun seemed like a toy in Reece''s hands.


    Adler soon realized he couldn''t advance even a step.


    Every move he made was within Reece''s calctions.


    "Go ask your mother, and you''ll learn your birth was a mistake, an ident. If it weren''t for your mother being a distant rtive of the Aldridge family, I wouldn''t have been forced to marry her. Before you were born, Reece was already on the way. I failed them, mother and son. Hence, everything that belongs to the Tredgold family will be


    "I don''t care who you choose to give everything to. I just want my Jenna!"


    Anger was written all over Adler''s face.


    He had long be ustomed to being absent from his father''s eyes, and living another four or five


    decades in such a manner made no difference to him.


    The entirety of the Tredgold family''s wealth meant nothing to him. His only concern was Jenna.


    And he would never allow anyone to harm his woman.