The Continent of Europe

Chapter 67's

"I'm glad you agreed to marry her, James," Floyd patted her son's shoulder as she sat beside him.

His son was acting like he didn't like it when his father suddenly talked about the announcement of his marriage to Clark. James didn't want to marry the maroon girl.

If it wasn't for Rosaline's safety being a guarantee, James would never have done it. Never in his life did he want it. He hates Clark now and always.

"Stop dad" James pulled his father's hand off his shoulder and stood up from where he was sitting.

But just a few steps he went to the door that connects the living room and the family room, Floyd, James' father again said.

"Dad knows you love that girl. But you know, right, who is he?"

Floyd stared at his only child with a gray net that emitted a flash of seriousness in his pupils. He crossed his legs while telling James to sit back and the young man complied.

This time, the blond man sat opposite his father. But both James and Floyd, both father and son can feel the tension between them. It was as if there was an electrical voltage radiating and showing how bad their relationship was.

"What?" James asked not at all interested in hearing the father's explanation. He crossed his arms while looking for a comfortable position to lean his back. As long as the father looked at him with exhaustion.

The blonde-haired old man took a long breath, as hard as he could to contain his anger. He knows the character of the child. Hard-headed, hard, and also rude. Even though in the heart of the child there is still kindness and care in it.

"The emerald green-eyed brunnete girl who came to our house at that time. You know who he is?" Floyd asked, still with a flat, board-like expression.

"If you mean the Vreaa family, I don't know" he replied quickly.

Floyd put his hand in his pocket and looked around before focusing his attention again on his son. Now, James didn't seem to be particularly interested or paying attention to it. Either the man pretends to read a magazine or occasionally yawns.

Without a second thought, Floyd lunged to his son's side on the sofa and snatched the magazine from his hands. James gave a rude snort at the attack and instinctively frowned. He muttered something absurd that Floyd could not catch, and clawed his arm.

"Come on, James. We're discussing something important right now. Can you be nice and take care of your father? You're not a kid anymore I have to remind you of manners" Shouted Floyd furiously.

Instead of answering and fighting the father as usual, this time James chose to be quiet and obey his words. He sat with his back straight, his hands clenched over his thighs, while his eyes glanced at the old blonde man who was said to be his figure in the next few decades.

"What do you want to talk about? The case of the Vreaa family ten years ago or the one twenty-five years ago?" James to the point.

Somehow James was able to guess what his father wanted to discuss. Because after all, the case of the Vreaa family is currently rife and back on the rise. With the identity of Rosaline and her twin brother exposed everything goes awry and catches the attention of the public.

"What do you know about the two Vreaa family cases, James?" Ask Floyd in a defiant tone.

James glanced lazily and replied, "about the father who was involved in the two Vreaa family cases? I know everything."

Not to mention the case of the Vreaa family who returned to the surface after knowing the identity of the two twins. On the day of the murder, Floyd warned the two of them to leave and never return.

"You know that you never wanted to do that?" Floyd said, looking at his son who was also looking at him with a gaze

flatfoot.

"If you don't want to, then why do you still do it? Is your golden money more important than someone's life? I'm sure you know that the head of the Vreaa family is innocent."

Floyd lowered his head then looked up while smiling blankly. "of course. Thomas Ben Vreaa never committed murder. As you said, he's innocent. He is innocent, James. But he must be cut off from this world."

"Why?" James asked, still with a calm facial expression. "Is it because he knows something about the golden money?"

Floyd glanced at the child and then nodded. James' words were right. Thomas Ben Vreaa knew something he shouldn't have known.

At first the golden money agreed to send the man to prison and not eliminate him. But the news of his release that day made the golden money shudder in fear. Not to mention the traces of that man who had suddenly disappeared for ten

more years.

And then, when the opportunity comes. The golden people did not hesitate anymore and immediately killed Thomas Ben Vreaa in their home. No matter the wife and children, they were also eliminated.

Well, at least that's what they think. Because both twins are still alive and all that is thanks to Floyd hiding them in the closet. Lead the golden money away from the cupboard where the twin brothers are.

...•—— ⁠✿ ——•...

The news was true and Rosaline did not know how to react. His mouth was wide open while his eyes bulged in shock as he subconsciously gripped tightly onto his own hands.

Slowly, he turned to Clark who was smiling at him in an arrogant way. The maroon-haired girl grinned, as if telling Rosaline that she won. What are they competing for now?

"Have you seen the news, Rosaline?" clark said, tilting his head to the other side.

Her hands crossed in front of her chest as Rosaline tried to break away from the rope but it wasn't easy, because Clark had made sure the rope was tied so tightly. Rosaline gave up.

He leaned his body on the back of the chair with a rough snort and also, faintly sounding swearing came out of the girl's mouth. His emerald eyes were still watching Clark intensely, as if eager to slit the woman's throat.

"Congratulations then's. May you be happy" Rosaline said and spat in any direction. "Now let me go. I'm sick of being here."

Clark laughs. "Oh no Rosaline's. My father wouldn't be happy if I let you go now. Because, since you are a Vreaa, you must know something important from your father. And we, the golden money will keep you quiet about it. Relax it won't hurt. You'll see hell right after."