Boom.
A large group of people emerged.
Immediately, Constance Brighton was driven out with her tiara. Holding the tiara, Constance Brighton looked bewildered and muttered, “Is there no Queen Houry?”
It took her a moment to regain her senses.
Couldn’t you come up with a better excuse?
Didn’t you say you were sure this was real?
Now you said there was no Queen Houry. It’s obvious that he’s afraid of Mr. X.
“Madam, what’s the matter?”
A man approached and asked with his head bowed.
“Jimmy Sutton was killed by Mr. X’s men, damn it,” Constance Brighton cursed under her breath, a flash of disbelief in her eyes. How could it be? Jimmy Sutton was a retired mercenary. Didn’t they say he was capable of killing a man with a single punch. No one in Stillwater dared to provoke him, but now he had been killed by Mr. X’s men.
They killed him just like that.
And weren’t they a whole company of elite killers?
Although she couldn’t believe it, that’s how things were now.
This Mr. X was even more terrifying than she had imagined.
She had always thought she had overestimated him, but now she realized she had underestimated the entire situation. To this day, she still didn’t know who Mr. X was or where he came from.
“Let’s go back to the company. We’ll use the entire Brighton family’s connections and relationships. I must get Isadora Brighton out this time,” Constance Brighton ordered.
She had to save Isadora Brighton. Not only was she her chosen heir, but she was also the symbol of the Brighton family. If the Brighton family couldn’t get Isadora Brighton out, they would become a complete joke.
At that point, the Brighton family would probably be finished.
“Yes.”
After Constance Brighton returned to Brighton Group, she issued her orders, and the massive organization sprang into action. With great momentum, they mobilized all their connections to rescue Isadora Brighton.
The relationships they had built up over the years were put to use.
However, after making the arrangements, Constance Brighton left Brighton Group directly. She was well aware that these so-called connections were of no use at this moment.
They couldn’t save Isadora Brighton.
Now, another person could save Isadora Brighton.
“Walter Wraith!”
Half an hour later, Constance Brighton got out of the car and looked at the ordinary-looking house. Though the house appeared ordinary, its garden and layout had been carefully arranged.
Although she was the head of the most prominent family in Stillwater on the surface, she knew very well that the most powerful force in Stillwater wasn’t the Brighton family or the Conwyn family, but the Wraith family, led by Walter Wraith.
Back then, when this name was mentioned, Bradley Conwyn had shown enough apprehension in his eyes.
Walter Wraith was the most talented family leader the Wraith family had seen in centuries. At the age of nineteen, he single-handedly took control of the entire Wraith family, manipulating his parents and uncles like puppets.
As an adult, he displayed unprecedented talent, and in just a few years, his family quickly became the most prominent family in Stillwater. They even expanded their business overseas, and later, no one knew just how vast his empire had become.
Eventually, at the age of thirty-five, he began to maintain a low profile, and the entire Wraith family seemed to vanish from Stillwater. However, their name had left such a deep impression on people that they were still regarded as one of the top three noble families in Stillwater.
This gave her family a chance.
But she knew what this man was capable of. In the past, he was known for his cunning calculations. After so many years of silence, he had likely become a thorough old fox.
Moreover, only he could gain the favor of that important person in Stillwater.
After their butler announced their arrival, Constance Brighton, led by the butler, entered the house. The entire family lived in a small villa, which didn’t even match the Wraith family’s reputation, but Constance Brighton didn’t dare to underestimate them.
Upon arriving at a study, she found Walter Wraith, holding a brush and intently working on a piece of paper, his gaze focused and profound.
Constance Brighton looked at the now middle-aged Walter Wraith with a complex expression.
He wore a loose black shirt, but Walter Wraith was very thin, almost like a skeleton, making the loose shirt seem somewhat ill-fitting. He had a bit of a beard and wore small round glasses.
All of this appeared very ordinary, but Constance Brighton knew that this old fox was even more dangerous.
Walter Wraith didn’t pay attention to Constance Brighton and continued to wield his brush. Constance Brighton didn’t panic and patiently waited on the side.
After ten seconds,
Clang.
The brush was gently set down.
It was then that Walter Wraith lifted his gaze. Those were a pair of pitch-black, deep, and startling eyes. The next moment, they returned to their original state, giving her a kind and amiable impression.
A shiver ran down her spine.
“Have you figured out the identity of Mr. X?” Walter Wraith asked Constance Brighton.
“No.”
Constance Brighton shook her head, “We can’t find anything at all. We can’t even find out where Mr. X comes from, and suddenly Landview, Buosont Group, and Robin-Sophia Group all support him, allowing him to successfully establish himself in Stillwater. Moreover, he has captured my niece, and I’m powerless. I’ve exhausted all my connections.”
She spoke the truth directly.
“Six.”
As soon as Walter Wraith finished speaking, a man in black appeared beside him and bowed, “Sir, what are your orders?”
“Bring me the head of Mr. X.”
“Yes, sir.”
After two simple words, Six disappeared.
“Is this from that important person?”
Constance Brighton looked at the man in black, her heart startled. All three of them worked for that important person, but only Walter Wraith had the authority to lead and only Walter Wraith had three bodyguards.
His status was evident.
“Get ready and eliminate all uncertain factors in Stillwater. That important person is coming.”
Walter Wraith looked at Constance Brighton.
“Yes.”
As she felt his gaze, Constance Brighton shivered.
After Constance Brighton left, Walter Wraith looked at the paper in front of him, on which he had drawn a sunrise over Stillwater. He then turned to look out the window in the direction of Eleanor Manor, squinting his eyes and said, “Mr. X, you really are a surprise. Unfortunately, you are not qualified enough to meddle in this.”
…
Eleanor Manor.
Bang.
A corpse was thrown to the ground by Jeff Reczek, who then reported to Robin Bailey, “General, I’ve been following Constance Brighton. She first visited Ronald Wraith, and when I showed your token, Ronald Wraith was petrified. Then she went to the so-called Shield Security. I checked their background. These guys are no good, so I slaughtered them all.”
“In the end, she went to see Walter Wraith, and they sent this guy out. I thought he would be of some use, but it turns out he’s just a weakling. He’s not even worth one of my fingers.”
Jeff Reczek, with a disappointed look on his face, kicked the corpse on the ground.
So weak.
The corpse on the ground was none other than the so-called Six.