Chapter 86: Bloody Son-in-law!!
The sky was a blanket of steel grey, clouds drifting like silent ghosts over the forgotten ruins of the industrial district. Concrete husks stood where life once thrived. One such structure—an old, rust-bitten factory—loomed at the edge of the city like a relic of war, untouched by time, avoided by everyone else.
A sleek black car rolled to a stop under the broken awning. Its engine purred to silence. Miles stepped out, his boots echoing over the gravel. He wore black. Not the kind of black you wore to disappear, but the kind that warned people not to follow.
He pushed open the creaking steel door. Inside, the air was thick with rust and mildew, and shadows clung to the corners like watchful spirits.
A man in a dark jacket approached, standing rigid with respect."Good evening, boss," he said in a low voice. "We’ve kept Jehan here."
Miles’s gaze didn’t flicker."Did he say anything?""Not yet, boss."
Miles’s lips curled faintly."He will now."
They walked to the far end of the factory, where a single hanging bulb dangled in the center of a large, empty room. Miles flipped the switch. The light buzzed to life, swaying slightly, casting flickering shadows on the walls.
In the middle of the room—Jehan.
Hands bound to a steel chair.Shirt torn, sweat glistening on his face.He looked up—and froze.
Terror overtook his entire body as he saw the silhouette step into the light.
"Please," Jehan stammered. "I... I’m sorry. I didn’t ... about Flora."
Miles tilted his head slightly, expression unreadable. He stepped closer, and his voice, though quiet, hit like a hammer.