The Continent of Europe

Chapter 62's

...CHAPTRE 62...

...JULIAN'S IDENTITY...

"What are you doing here? I'm not sure we're the same age. You look younger than me, at least five years below me. How old are you now?"

Since then, Julian has been constantly bombarding brunnetes with his questions. And unfortunately the man didn't seem too interested in answering Julian's question. Just look at his attitude that keeps rolling his eyeballs as if uncomfortable with Julian's presence.

Well, even so Julian won't stop until the man answers his question. Not knowing how, the life of a man named Thomas Ben Vreaa in front of him is more tempting to meddle with than his own life.

"Why are you so curious about me? How are you yourself? What are you doing out there to the point that you're in jail? You don't even look like a good person."

Julian wanted to laugh in response to the blunt words of the brunnete man. But there was something that interested him. This was the first time Julian had met a man with a strong voice. His gaze was sharp and piercing as well, probing Julian as if there was no fear of facing him.

"I? I'm being framed," she laughed.

Thomas looked at him. "Who by?"

Julian patted his chin, thinking of the right word. "My confidant" he answered.

"Stupid," Thomas murmured, returning his attention to his own feet by shaking his head.

The movement of his head made some of his brunnet hair fall to the forehead. But unfortunately, he didn't seem to be aware of it much or even bothered with it, because now he started opening his mouth to talk.

"Me too" he said, "i was also framed."

Suddenly their conversation went dark. Even Julian did not dare to interrupt. He patiently waited for Thomas to continue because he knew that the words that came out of his mouth just now were the hardest thing in the world to say.

He must have needed some time to calm himself down.

"Do you know about the golden money?"

Thomas speaking. His face was soft as butter but flat. He turned to look again as his eyes widened, clearly not expecting that Julian was still watching him from afar before he turned around, getting up.

"I know about the golden money" he replied, holding tightly to the steel as if he was ready to remove it from his sight and run away from prison.

"What do you think of this organization?"

Actually, Julian's not in the mood to talk about the golden money. The organization is like a vicious circle. Once you get in, you won't be able to get out. And he won't forget how one of them betrayed him and got him stuck in this prison. Throw it away like shit.

"useless. Devil's circle. And liar. There is nothing good about this organization. All the news you see on the internet is bullshit. They're liars. Sabotaging English such as *******."

Thomas laughs. "You call them as if they were really bad people, and what about you? If I'm not mistaken, you're the head of a big gangster in England. Julian Nolan Torres's. Who doesn't know your name."

This time instead of being shocked, Julian grinned.

"So you know about me? You're not afraid of me?"

Thomas shook his head. "For what. You can't do anything to me while you're here. Remember, we're stuck in this prison together."

"Hahaha that's so funny!"

A relationship that begins with the same fate is nothing new anymore. Both Julian and Thomas, no one expected that someday they would call this ridiculous relationship a friendship.

Both were trapped by the golden money and were in the same cell. Funny to remember, but that's the truth.

...•—— ⁠✿ ——•...

"Wait a minute! You're a gangster?!"

Reagan and Rosaline involuntarily squeezed tightly into each other's hands. The two twin brothers looked at each other, leaving their eyes glued, sticky as if a super glue was attached.

"I went to jail two years earlier than your father, but he got out ahead of me. During that time, he often sent me letters. You know what he always says in his letters? He always told me about you guys. Rosie, Reggie, and even Elijah. I know the whole story of how your father and mother met."

"Until a year before his death and Elijah's, Thomas came to me who was still in prison. He came up with a brown envelope and said 'if anything happens to me, take this envelope at the ministry of state I live in now. Please take care of my children'."

Julian, who had lowered his head since then, slowly raised his head, only to see the expressions of the two twin brothers he had nurtured for the past decade, looking at him with pity.

"I didn't get to say anything at the time because he just left me. Until the day that my sentence was completed and I was released from prison, I was in deep shock when I learned of an incident that took her and Elijah's life."

"That's murder" Chirped Rosaline.

Julian nodded. "I knew. Therefore, after getting out of prison I decided to leave all my gangsters behind and meet you. I remember about the brown envelope she said and it turned out that it contained a custody transfer letter."

"So that was the beginning of you becoming our guardian?" Reagan asked. He embraced Rosaline's body which was now leaning on his shoulder.

Julian nodded.

"Then where are all your gangster members?" Rosaline asked suddenly.

"Hiding certainly or blending into society, like this guy for example."

With his eyes Julian pointed towards Daniel who was sitting quietly next to him. The man now has a plain face, happy as his hands roll up his sleeves and put on a dragon tattoo.

"You're a gangster too?" Rosaline shock's.

"Yep," Nodded.

While Rosaline is captivated by the dragon tattoo on Daniel's hand, Reagan throws his essence at Julian.

"Who's the confidant who betrayed you, Julian?" Ask.

The man scrunched his brows. "Jenkins. The Jenkins family. That rascal used me to reach his destination as the golden money."

"How funny," Reagan murmured, and looked at Rosaline, whose head jolted between Julian and him, watching them like a sports match.

"Honestly, I don't even know what else to say. All this information is too much for me to digest. Maybe my beloved sister will just accept it without thinking about it again, but—"

Reagan glared at Julian.

"What...is there a way to repay their actions to father and mother? I'm sure the incident ten years ago that made them die was the golden money!" Reagan.

"Quiet Reagan. We don't know for sure about it. We can't be rash! If we are rash, we will lose! Anyway you didn't see the face of the killer who broke into your house wak—"

"I saw it."

All attention immediately drifted to Rosaline.

"I saw him." he trembled, "now I remember why I felt I had met him. I'm sure it's him."

"What do you mean, Rosie?" Reagan frowned confused.

"You certainly don't remember it, Reggie, but I remember it clearly. My eyes and she met right after we both hid behind the closet. He was also the one who protected us that day."