Chapter 60: Operation Aunt Asena
After watching her uncle walk away, tall and composed in his usual stiff stride, Jacklin let out a long, deflated sigh. Her shoulders sagged as she leaned on the marble pillar, fingers flying over her phone. She barely noticed her surroundings, still fixated on the unexpected reaction or rather, lack of reaction from her famously composed uncle.
"Dean, he didn’t react as we expected... what should we do?" she texted her cousin, her fingers clenched around the phone.
Only a handful of people knew the full story behind the infamous rumours circling about their uncle, Clyde Du Pont. The powerful, cold-blooded patriarch of the Du Pont family. Jacklin and her cousin were among those rare few. And their uncle had gone easy on his father. Jacklin had to admit that if it had been her, she might have torn their wretched grandfather apart herself.
They had grown up under his watchful impassive eye. But over the years, they had become experts in reading the tiniest cracks in his polished demeanour.
Last year, when they had noticed a peculiar shift in their uncle’s behaviour during his visit to the cosplay event, they had been beside themselves with gleeful disbelief. Who would have thought their forever single, emotionally flat uncle was into this?!
And not just this, he had a rare, pure, utterly unexpected obsession. Her name was Asena.
Well, her character name was, anyway.
She had dug through every corner of the cosplay event, trying to track her down that day. But it was futile.
Unfortunately, Asena valued her privacy more than anything else. She was a ghost. No real name, no real photos. Just her cosplay traces that only made her more intriguing.
There wasn’t any clue about her identity. They had searched for her for around a year and had no results. She and Dean had even tried to pass off someone else as her by imitating her outfit. But Clyde hadn’t even blinked at them.
They realised their uncle’s interest wasn’t just about the setup but rather the person herself.