In no time, a brand-new Porsche pulled over near a building.
“Are you ready?”
Constance Brighton stepped out of the car.
“We’re ready. We’ve prepared three bottles of fifty-year-old whiskey,” said the secretary, lowering her head. Although she didn’t know what Mr. Wraith liked, they had to show their sincerity.
“Good.”
Constance Brighton walked inside, followed by a large group of people. As the head of the Brighton family, it would seem weak if nobody followed her. Now, their momentum was earth-shattering.
In a few minutes, they arrived at Mr. Wraith’s door. The houses here were not luxurious since he was old and retired; he didn’t need such things.
“Mr. Wraith.”
When Constance Brighton got in, Mr. Wraith was watering some flowers on the balcony. He wore a gray vest and looked no different from an ordinary old man. However, his movements exuded an extra bit of authority that did not belong to a regular senior.
“Oh, here you are. Come in.”
Mr. Wraith, whose name was Robin Wraith, was almost a hundred years old. When he saw Constance Brighton, he smiled and quickly ushered her in.
“Mr. Wraith, good day.”
Constance Brighton gently walked in, placing the three boxes of whiskey on the table with great politeness. However, worried about Isadora Brighton, she didn’t hesitate and said, “Mr. Wraith, we’ve known each other for a long time. My sister has been captured and might be in trouble. Please help us.”
She emphasized the words ‘for a long time.’
It was clear that she wanted to remind him of the favor he owed in the past. After all, they were up against Lacey Willis, who had all the evidence. Saving her would be difficult.
However, if Mr. Wraith in front of them was willing to help, it would undoubtedly be possible. Although the current mayor of Stillwater was Peregrine Willis, Lacey Willis’s father, he was not on the same level as Mr. Wraith.
Before his retirement, Mr. Wraith held a high position for thirty-seven years. People said he had three thousand students, but it was likely closer to thirty thousand. He could be considered the king of the city.
His words could genuinely shake the entire Stillwater.
He could even make Peregrine Willis step down with a single call. That’s why he was their family’s most significant trump card, originally intended for a family crisis. But now, they couldn’t care less.
They had to take Isadora Brighton out.
After Constance Brighton finished her words, she waited for Mr. Wraith to agree. After all, the old people of such status valued these favors the most. He had been waiting for a chance to repay their favor, but they never gave him an opportunity.
Now that they had, he would surely agree.
However, Mr. Wraith sighed, put down the watering can, and rubbed his back, saying, “I’m sorry, Isadora. I can’t help you with this matter.”
“What?!”
Suddenly, Constance Brighton froze, her eyes widening in disbelief. She never expected Mr. Wraith to refuse.
Refuse!
How could he possibly refuse? With his unquestionable influence in Stillwater, how could he refuse to help with such a small favor?
“Mr. Wraith, you promised us before. You owe our family a favor, and today I want to use that favor. Surely you wouldn’t disregard this favor just because we are a small family,” Constance Brighton directly stated.
You owe us a favor, and today it’s time to repay it.
Now, the pressure from Mr. X left her no room for hesitation.
However, Mr. Wraith sighed again, “Please take these whiskies back, give them to your father. After all, he may not have many days left.”
“Mr. Wraith, what are you saying?”
At that moment, Mr. Wraith didn’t say anything more. He walked towards his room, saying as he went, “It’s not that I don’t honor my promises, but… You just don’t know the trouble you’ve gotten yourselves into.”
“Leave.”
Mr. Wraith told them to go.
Trouble!
Even as Constance Brighton left in a daze, her mind kept lingering on that sentence. Trouble? Was he talking about Mr. X? He meant to say he didn’t want to fulfill the promise not because he didn’t want to, but because he couldn’t afford to mess with Mr. X.
Back then, he said if the other side was someone he couldn’t afford to provoke, he wouldn’t help them.
So, how terrifying was this Mr. X that even Mr. Wraith feared him? What kind of person had they gotten themselves involved with?
After Constance Brighton left, Mr. Wraith returned to the room, trembling as he looked at the man standing by the window. With some reverence, he said, “Captain Reczek, are you satisfied with my response?”
“Robin Wraith, you did well,” the man turned around, and it was Jeff Reczek.
Robin Wraith might be old, but he was far inferior to Lacey Willis’s father. Over the years, he had been quietly supporting the Brighton family, so he naturally didn’t receive respect from someone like Jeff Reczek. Moreover, Jeff Reczek had already surpassed Robin Wraith by many levels.
He had earned his rank with bullets and blood.
“Could you help me send my regards to Primus?” Robin Wraith cautiously asked.
“Fine.”
Jeff Reczek grunted and left.
For him, this matter wasn’t a concern.
However, Robin Wraith remained on edge. He had spent most of his life in Stillwater, seen all kinds of situations, and had learned to stay calm even in the worst circumstances.
His life experience was not something ordinary people could have.
But when he saw what was in Jeff Reczek’s hand, his face changed dramatically, and his legs went weak. All of his experience and authority vanished in that instant.
It was because of a token engraved with the word ‘Primus.’
There was only one such token in the entire Kisia.
It belonged to Primus, the one who led his troops on an eastern campaign, resisted the enemy, annihilated bandits, and had his hands stained with the blood of three hundred thousand enemy soldiers. It was a symbol of his achievements.
This token allowed him to command armies worldwide.
The moment he saw it, he was terrified. He was dumbfounded, never expecting that in a small place like Stillwater, there would be such a figure.
Kisia’s Primus.
A tiny city wasn’t even worth one of his fingers! And he and the Brighton family thought they could compete with Kisia’s Primus? Dream on! That’s why he said that sentence.
“Give it to your father, after all, he doesn’t have many days left.”
This was not an exaggeration!