Ch. 1311..1320

Chapter 1311

The young boy suddenly reached for Angeline's hands and said softly, "Don't worry, I'll help you seek revenge." His hands were neither big nor small, but his fingers were slender and strong.

Right away, Angelina remembered that Jens had the exact same hands.

At that very moment, Angelina could not help but think of Baby Robbie and associate the two of them together.

The young boy's mind wandered off for a moment as he thought of Angeline's man-a Doomsday admiral!

Doomsday!

Like a cursed nightmare, the word loomed over the young boy and constantly followed him around like a shadow.

Images of his daddy being forced to send him away three years ago flashed in his mind. He did not even get the chance to say goodbye to his mommy and was forced to embark on a lonely journey in a foreign land just like that.

Furthermore, there was also his daddy's death. His handsome and refined daddy was burned to death, dying miserably. He was unsure whether his mommy

could survive the heartache after having just lost the husband she loved dearly and losing her child.

At these thoughts, a strong sense of hatred surged in the young boy's chest. He clenched his fists as his eyes turned bloodshot. Even his voice was interlaced with cold, sullen anger.

"Your man deserved it."

Angeline was trembling with rage, but the angrier she was, the worse her body became.

The young boy snorted and turned to leave.

However, he stopped in his tracks when he reached the door. He turned around, his pretty and coquettish eyes instantly filled with a cold, jeering look. "Just wait until I bring him to you all tied up. He can atone for what he did to you then."

Angeline's breathing got more and more ragged as she fumed. She was so furious at this child that she was close to losing her mind.

If only she still had the slightest trace of energy left. At least she could teach this b*stard a lesson.

The young boy closed the door behind him and exhaled heavily.

The ferocious look on his beautiful face was wiped away in an instant, replaced with his usual coy look. His bewitching eyes lit up as a determined sneer appeared across his face. Then, he walked down the stairs.

The streets of Peach Blossom County were not as bustling as Imperial Capital's. Although the streets of Imperial Capital were mostly cold concrete, they were filled with people everywhere and were always lively.

Peach Blossom County's streets were muddy and dirty, especially after being covered by layers of snow. The yellow mud had seeped onto the road's surface and stained the clean roads a dirty shade of muddy yellow.

Perhaps it was because of the cold, so the small Peach Blossom Country seemed even more deserted and lifeless.

The young boy walked aimlessly along the deserted street when a cake shop caught his attention.

Through the display window, he noticed a chocolate cake that had three little monsters decorated on top.

The young boy paused before the window and stared at the little monsters.

He remembered back when he was a child, his mommy would always make him and his sister all kinds of cakes on their birthdays. There were always three mythological creatures as decorations on the cake. Back then, he never understood the reason. His mommy only had him and his sister, so why was there one extra beast?

He only found out later that the extra mythological creature was his brother-Jenson Ares.

A gentle smile filled his eyes as he walked toward the cake shop's entrance.

As soon as he pushed open the glass door, a rush of heat welcomed him. The shop attendant noticed a customer and immediately came forward to greet him, "Hello there, would you like to order a cake?" The young boy's gaze remained fixed on the cake with little monsters as he nodded slowly. "Can I make it myself?"

The shop attendant was stunned...

Business had been slow recently and the shop attendant did not want to miss this opportunity to sell something when he finally got a customer after so long.

Just as the shop attendant hesitated, the young boy suddenly dug out his wallet and passed him a black credit card. "I don't mind topping up."

Chapter 1312

Chapter 1312

The shopkeeper was delighted. "Please come in."

The youngster came to the work desk and saw the white cheese, cake, and other ingredients on the table. He was startled for a short while, but he rolled up his sleeves and started working right away.

He started making a three-layered cake. The bottom layer was a square cake, the middle was a round cake, and the top was a sunflower-shaped cake.

The shopkeeper looked at him curiously and started chatting with him. "Hey there, your cake is in a unique shape, huh?"

The youngster said, "The square is akin to rules, just like him. He does things by the book, stiff and rather boring. Moreover, he's a loner..."

No one knew who he was talking about, but his eyes were shining brightly.

"The sunflower is the sun, just like her. She's passionate, warm, and kind as well."

"How about the circular cake?" The shopkeeper pointed toward the middle layer.

The youngster smiled bitterly. "That symbolizes a full reunion!"

The shopkeeper felt that the boy's words were cryptic and mysterious, so he no longer wanted to inquire further.

The youngster made three more tiny figurines-two boys and one girl. They each stood on each layer of the cake.

Once the cake was done, the boy started spreading some chocolate beans around the cake. Then, he stared at the cake for a while before ultimately swiping his card and saying to the shopkeeper, "I'll leave the cake here."

The shopkeeper was startled. "Don't you want it?"

The boy smiled bitterly. "No."

The children in the military intelligence division had no right to be themselves at all.

He had to forget his name, his birthday, and all of his family members. Since then, he had devoted his whole life to the military intelligence division.

This was the oath they took when they entered the military intelligence division.

Violators were punishable by death.

The youngster left the area in a hurry!

At Mount Pearl, Yorks family's 48 Stronghold.

Jay was lying on the bed, as frail as a gossamer. He had a needle pierced into the back of his hand.

His delicate face appeared more sunken, and his thin chin was looking more protruding.

Grand Old Master Yorks held the bowl of soup as he sat in front of him. He started coaxing Jay like a child, saying, "JJ, Grandpa knows that you have a great relationship with Angeline, and you're in a bad frame of mind because Angeline is gone. But listen to Grandpa, Angeline's body wasn't found, so perhaps she's still alive? If she's lucky enough to survive this but something else happens to you instead, then the two of you would miss the opportunity to meet again."

When the grand old master uttered these words, Jay's dilated pupils shivered slightly.

It was as if his withered heart was showing signs of resurrecting.

The grand old master sighed desolately. "My, why are you as headstrong as your mother? Always trapped by love..."

No matter what the grand old master said, Jay would not respond to him.

He looked at Jay's handsome and flawless face. He could not see any trace of his daughter, Chloe, from his face. It suddenly occurred to him that since Cole had failed to recognize him as well, Jay was probably in disguise?

He was very curious about his dear grandson's real face, and he wondered if his original face was as delicate and perfect as it was now. Did he inherit at least a small fraction of Chloe's appearance? Driven by curiosity, the old man carefully observed Jay's mask and was left dumbfounded.

The mask fitted his face perfectly, and there were zero incision marks anywhere. Was this not Doomsday's high-tech simulation mask?

As soon as the mask was attached to human skin and pressed on, it could achieve the purpose of facial change. However, the mask was of high-tech material and could not be torn off after fusing with one's skin. Otherwise, it would cause damage to the dermis. The skin could only slowly absorb it over time before restoring the person's original appearance.

Chapter 1313

Chapter 1313

The grand old master guessed that the mask must have been a gift Chloe left behind for the child.

He thought about how Chloe had managed to give birth to such an excellent child. She must have been a t peace and had no regrets when she left. A gratified smile appeared on the grand old master's face. When leaving Jay's room, Grand Old Master Yorks looked at the guard by the door and said with a long face, "Will the young master ever be in a good frame of mind if you lot stay around? He won't recover from his sickness if he's constantly in a bad mood. Scram out of here and guard from the outside."

The guards were a little hesitant. Jay had been hostile toward the Yorks' stronghold, and the grand old master was quick to warm up to him and acknowledge him as his own. However, it did not mean that Jay would be the same toward him.

What if Jay, who was incredibly lethal, hurt the old man right after they retreated?

The grand old master could read what they were thinking and gloomily said, "He's my daughter's son, and my daughter would never give birth to a selfcentered ingrate who doesn't acknowledge his own family. All of you disperse right this second."

The guards had no choice but to retreat.

That night, Grayson climbed to the peak with Ghost members and reached 48 Stronghold with much familiarity. After settling the guards outside in a hush-hush manner, he quickly infiltrated Jay's bedroom and carried him away.

It was just that after Jay left the villa, the alarm system sounded.

The grand old master did not bother putting on shoes before immediately running to Jay's room. Seeing that there was no one in the room, the old man hurried over to the window.

Looking into the distance, he noticed black shadows shuffling through the woods. Someone was carrying Jay and speeding ahead.

The grand old master's eyes sank, and he quickly turned to head downstairs.

The Corvettes had assembled and were ready to be dispatched. The grand old master then commanded, "I don't care what kind of means you use, just bring Master Jay back to me. Otherwise, you'll know what's coming for you."

"Yes, sir." The earth-shattering roar rocked the whole village, and even the neighboring villages were awakened.

That night, there was a fierce conflict between the Corvettes and the Ghost members. It could only be described as rains of bullets filling the air, sending the sky up into flames.

Carson heard the violent battle outside and sat up on the couch. He exclaimed, "Young Master, there are endless gunshots outside. The Yorks' stronghold must be in serious trouble. Why don't we go and have a look?"

Cole was awakened by the gunshots quite some time ago, yet he lay languidly on the bed. He squinted his eyes and said in a daze, "Let's bet if that b*stard Jay Ares can escape from Mount Pearl this time?" Carson was dumbfounded...

He finally understood why the young master was indifferent. It turned out that he did not want to intervene in Jay's affairs.

Carson pondered. "That's not right. The old man treasures his daughter's son to death, right? How could he dispatch the Corvettes to go against him?"

After a pause, he said, "The grand old master is as clever as he is clumsy. Perhaps he thinks that his precious grandson is in danger, so he was too anxious at the moment that he commanded the Corvettes to save him?"

Carson was stupefied...

He thought to himself, 'Young Master, since you already know what's happening, why don't you inform the grand old master to relieve himself from the worry?'

Outside the window, the fierce battle of gunfire gradually stopped.

Cole got up from the bed and sat up. He listened to the movement outside with his ears pricked up. The Corvettes' voices could be heard from a distance." Where are they?" "They're gone."

"We've met a bunch of ghosts. How did they disappear when we just saw them fleeing?"

"Crap. They've tricked us and lured us away from our territory. These are dummies."

Cole grinned wickedly and lay back down on the bed lazily. He said in a fortunate manner, "Thank the heavens I didn't get involved today. Otherwise, I'm the one who would be embarrassed!"

Chapter 1314

Chapter 1314

Carson criticized the young master's way of putting his own safety first before matters of principle." Young Master, if you had been outside commanding the Corvettes, perhaps you would've been able to catch the Ghost members."

Cole muttered, "Fighting against Jay Ares is like lighting up a candle inside a toilet while looking for sh *t!"

Carson comforted Cole and said, "Young Master, even though he has defeated you, you shouldn't undervalue yourself!"

Cole sat up straight like a zombie and stared at Carson. "What did you just say?"

Carson did not think he had said anything wrong, hence he repeated, "Young Master, it's not shameful to lose to Jay Ares. You can't keep being afraid of losing to him and be a tortoise for the rest of your life, right?"

Cole was so angry that he grabbed a pillow and threw it at Carson. "Who said I'm going to be a turtle?"

Carson caught the pillow and stared at him. "Then, why didn't you go out and fight him tonight? You... You're obviously afraid of losing!"

Cole retorted furiously, "Are you mad? Even if I win

him in a fight, I'd still lose. He's now Grandpa's darling grandson. If I win, he won't be happy, and Gramps won't be thrilled as well. If Gramps is not happy, do you think he'll let me live my life carefreely?" Carson had a sudden realization. "You're quite right."

Cole was a wise man with thousands of thoughts, but he might have missed a thing or two.

He thought that he could escape if he did not participate or interfere.

Who would have thought that his grandfather who had lost his darling grandson would be so furious? The flames of his rage quickly spread to every corner of the Yorks' stronghold.

Cole had no immunity at all.

The grand old master returned to the villa and walked back and forth around the yard with a sullen face. He yelled while in a rage, "Where's Spencer?"

"Sleeping in his third wife's room," said his subordinate.

Grand Old Master Yorks, who was in a lousy mood, cursed out loud, "The only thing he does all day is hugging women to sleep. What time is it now? He's still sleeping around? He won't die if he doesn't hold a woman for a day. Go wake him up and get him over here for a conference.

"And where's that little b*stard, Cole? Where on earth did he choose to waste his life tonight?" "Grand Old Master, the young master is sleeping," said the servant cautiously.

"All he does is sleep! He doesn't even have a wife at his age, yet he's able to sleep so soundly?"

The servants were scared as they broke into a cold sweat. The grand old master was so furious that he contradicted himself without realizing it. Master and Young Master were indeed in loads of trouble now. Not long after, Spencer and Cole came over not dressed in proper attire. The old man saw their battered appearance, and the anger in his heart was slightly reduced.

"Did the two of you reincarnate from sleep bugs from your past lives? The sky is falling outside, and you guys can stay asleep?"

Spencer and Cole looked at each other. Neither the father nor son wanted to be the first to respond.

Spencer whispered to his son, "Stinking brat. Your grandpa's usually nice to you, can't you try to persuade him?"

Cole retorted, "You're pushing me into the mud, Old Man. Grandpa's fuming right now, and this is when he's most unreasonable. Whoever tries to reason with him is obviously seeking death." The father and son duo put on the same solemn and silent expression.

The grand old master looked at his son with a bitter expression, yet his son looked sideways toward Cole without saying a word.

Seeing Spencer and Cole's unhinged attitudes, the grand old master flew into a rage. "I don't care what kind of methods you use, bring Jay back to me without hurting a single hair on him." Spencer and Cole drooped their heads, sighing in despair.

Chapter 1315

Chapter 1315

Cole had lost to Jay three years ago. It could be said that he was utterly crushed even from the planning stages and in terms of IQ. As such, he never wanted to be in a confrontation with Jay again in his lifetime.

However, Spencer wished that the whole world would be in chaos. Hence, he used a psychological method to provoke Cole with all his might. "My son, Dad is elderly now, so if I'm the one to step forth to get your cousin back, it would be considered taking advantage of the weak. It would be humiliating if word gets out. So, the task of getting your cousin back now rests upon your shoulders."

Glancing at Cole's indifferent expression, Spencer started to coax his son again. "You and Jay are both leaders for the new generations in our family. He's your aunt's son, and you're my son. Both of you are Grandpa's grandsons, so the two of you are Tweedledum and Tweedledee and have your own merits. If you go and get your cousin back, I'm sure you'll succeed."

Cole's eyelids started twitching badly.

Spencer had never praised him before. It had been an abnormal day, so it was clear what the wolf's real intention was.

"Dad, that's a truly reasonable and great analysis," Cole retorted without batting an eyelid.

Spencer touched his chin while smiling and said, "Of course. Is Dad ever unreasonable?"

"But, you've overlooked one thing."

Spencer's smile froze up. He had a bad feeling about this. "What is it?"

"Innate skill." Cole gave him a blank look.

Spencer smacked his lips and replied, "Okay. Even if you're not as talented as your cousin, you still have the Corvettes backing you up, yes?"

Cole said again, "My innate skills might be slightly inferior to him, but you and my aunt's talent are poles apart."

There was a profound disgust in his eyes.

Spencer was stunned.

Cole's final blow then completely crumbled Spencer mercilessly. "Even if I have the Corvettes, they can't make up for the world of difference in IQ between you and Aunty." Spencer was rendered speechless.

The grand old master glared at his son and grandson. Seeing them trying to escape from the task at hand was starting to make him fume even more.

"You have three days. If I don't see my grandson then,

I'll make the two of you stand in the corner of the latrine to examine your failures."

This punishment was very inhumane for Spencer and Cole who both had mild mysophobia.

Both the father and son received the order in frustration. "Yes, sir."

There were plenty of B&Bs for sale in the east corner of Peach Blossom County.

Storm bought a three-story small western-style courtyard bamboo building. After the Ghost members took Jay down the mountain, they settled down Jay, Zayne, and the others inside.

At this moment, Jay was haggardly lying on the bed. Josephine saw how inhumanly thin her brother had gotten and started shedding tears.

Zayne rested himself on the wall as he blamed himself. "I'm useless. It was me who made Angeline fall down the precipice. I was the one who killed Angeline."

A weak voice was suddenly heard coming out of Jay's lips. "Zayne!"

Zayne heard Jay calling out to him, and he hurried to his bedside. He asked eagerly, "You're awake, Big Brother?"

Jay's incomparably sunken peach blossom eyes showed a hint of mourning tears. "I want to know what happened during Angeline's accident. All of it...

Including..."

Jay paused slightly. The thought of Angeline getting bullied by Cole made his heart ache to the point that he could not breathe.

"Why did that scumbag Cole bully her?" The blood in his eyes shot up again.

Josephine and Zayne did not know much about this matter. At this moment, Sis Shirley, who had been silent, sighed and said, "Don't worry, Jay. That night, Little Angeline was merely frightened by him. Cole did not manage to bully her."

Her voice was getting weaker and weaker, and her hands were tightly holding onto her sleeves due to shame.

Chapter 1316

Chapter 1316

Jay was a sharp person. He got up weakly and sat down while saying to Sis Shirley very piously, "I don't know how I could ever repay you for everything you've done for Angeline, Sis Shirley. I, Jay Ares, will forever be indebted to you."

Sis Shirley smiled lightly. "Jay, don't worry too much about it. I'm happy to be able to do something for Little Angeline."

Furthermore, the other party was Cole Yorks, a majestic and handsome man.

Jay said, "Sis Shirley, don't you worry. I'll help you get this debt repaid by the Yorks."

Sis Shirley looked at Jay's haggard and thin face, thinking that he must be devastated now. If he wanted to avenge her, perhaps he would still have a reason to live for now.

"Alright, Jay. You have to get better soon. That way, you can avenge Little Angeline and me."

"Yeah." Jay nodded solemnly.

Today was the triplets' birthday.

Jay chose not to continue being devastated today and went out of the guesthouse to wander around the snow-covered streets while shivering.

Grayson and Storm followed him from a distance.

Jay had never been this gloomy before. He thought about his beloved wife's fate and Baby Robbie's disappearance. A family that should be happy and fulfilled was now broken, and he felt a knife slicing through his heart.

He wandered on the icy street with a hint of hope in his subconscious mind. Perhaps Angeline was not dead. Perhaps it would be like the time when they were still young? Angeline would suddenly run out to hug him and act coquettishly.

"Jaybie, you lost again."

Jay halted his footsteps and abruptly turned around.

However, the lively and cheerful Angeline was not there.

Would he be able to hear Angelina's bell-like sounds of laughter again?

A look of loss appeared on Jay's handsome face, then he turned and continued to walk forward.

That aloof, self-centered man tasted the feeling of confusion and hesitation for the first time.

'Angeline, where are you?

'You won't abandon your Jaybie, right?'

Jay looked up at the hazy sky with endless darkness in his eyes. Suddenly, he smiled. "You'll come back, Angeline. You wouldn't be at peace if you let me stay in this world all alone, right?" "Angeline..." He abruptly roared.

Perhaps due to the butterfly effect, his weak body suddenly staggered and fell into the snow.

His face was buried in the snow now. After quite some time, he slowly raised his head. A shop window in front of him attracted his eyes, and he could not snap himself back to reality.

It was a three-tiered chocolate cake with three figurines of children standing on it. There was a sternlooking boy who was placing his hands in his trouser pockets coolly. Another boy was smiling brighter than the sun, and lastly, there was a girl who had her hands on her face, looking like she was about to cry.

The faces of his three children suddenly flashed across Jay's eyes. It was Jenson, Baby Robbie, and Baby Zetty's faces. Together, they were shouting at him, "Daddy!"

Jay woke up abruptly and quickly got up from the snow. Then, he eagerly pushed the glass door open and entered the bakery. He pointed toward the cake by the window and asked the shopkeeper, "Tell me, who made that cake?"

The shopkeeper said, "I did."

Another customer had bought the cake made by the teenager, so the shopkeeper thought that the cake would be trendy. That was the reason why he made another one.

The hope in Jay's heart vanished, and he walked outside in despair.

He suddenly thought of something, then he turned his head and asked, "Who taught you how to make it?"

 

Chapter 1317

Chapter 1317

The shopkeeper was a little surprised. "How did you know that I wasn't the original creator?"

Jay turned around and asked excitedly, "Hurry and tell me now. Did a blind girl teach you to make this cake?"

The shopkeeper shook her head. "A boy taught me."

Jay's eyes turned dark. It turned out he had made a mistake.

The shopkeeper took the opportunity to promote his cake and said, "Mister, I noticed that you're interested in this cake. Why don't you buy one?"

Jay looked at the cake in a daze, then nodded. "Okay."

The shopkeeper placed the cake in a box for him. Jay swiped his card and proceeded to leave with it.

The fluttering snow fell on Jay's flowing hair, tainting his slightly curled bangs with frost. It added melancholy and vicissitudes of life to his prince-like temperament.

His footsteps were heavy as he treaded slowly in the snow. He knew that Grayson and Storm were following him from behind and did not want them to watch this side of him. After quickly crossing several streets, he successfully threw them off.

Snowflakes fell one at a time.

Jay stretched his hand out and caught pieces of snowflakes. He watched them dissolve in the palm of his hand, and his heart felt solemn for some reason.

These snowflakes were not Angeline!

She would never disappear before his eyes like these snowflakes.

He tried to catch the snowflakes and kept them on his palm.

Not far away, a young man stopped to look at him.

The youngster's gaze fell on the cake Jay was holding. Those gorgeous peachy eyes of his were suddenly filled with icicles.

This bad guy did not deserve to have the cake he designed.

He slipped a small and exquisite dart out of his sleeve, then shot it toward the cake box's handle.

His skills were remarkably perfect.

Once the cake box's handle was sliced open by the flying dart, the cake fell to the ground and splattered into a pile of colorful cheese puree.

Jay raised his hand and looked at the remaining handle, gently throwing it to the ground.

Then, he turned his head abruptly as his eagle eyes stared sharply at the young man.

"Death seeker," Jay gritted out these two words from his teeth.

The icicles in the boy's peachy eyes grew colder as he unconsciously clenched his fists under his sleeves.

A cold voice rang in his mind,

'This man is Doomsday's admiral, and killing him is also considered an act of revenge for Daddy.'

Suddenly, the boy drew a melodious arc under his feet. He kicked up a pile of snow and sprinkled it into the air, making Jay temporarily lose his sight. When Jay's body was pushed back, both of his legs glided across the snow, leaving behind two deep gullies.

The young man flew up as his fist faced Jay's head.

Jay's body curved to the back to its utmost extent. When the fist approached him, his body quickly rotated to the right, avoiding the boy's fist.

Then, Jay did a beautiful carp kick-up, and his long and stalwart body stood up straight.

The young man pursued the enemy and did a 540-degree spin kick. His body hung in the air, and his feet were like a pair of giant invisible scissors, trying to clamp onto Jay's neck.

Jay's hands swiftly held the boy's ankle, and with a strong push, the boy's body shook as if a burst of electric current was coursing through him.

The boy's body was as agile as a snake. He suddenly bent down and got under Jay's crotch. The young man was so powerful that Jay had no option but to use the same amount of strength to fight him.

As a result, the two powerful duos rolled over in the snow.

"Why did you destroy my cake?" asked Jay.

The boy spat, "Because you're not worthy."

Jay was fuming.

"You wanna die?"

Chapter 1318

Chapter 1318

Jay slapped the young man's body away from him in full force.

The boy received a heavy blow on his chest and flew backward like a butterfly with broken wings. He staggered when he landed on the snow, but he stood back up with an extraordinary balance. The youngster's unyielding character made his desire to achieve his goal burst forth.

In his worldview, there was no loss in a showdown, only winning.

As long as he wanted to win, he could definitely win.

In the past few years, his martial arts attainments had been driven by plights with no way out.

The boy clenched his fists and suddenly jumped into the air.

His body was like a light leaf, and it was as if he could take steps in the air.

Jay squinted his falcon-like eyes for the most part. He barely used any clever tricks, perhaps due to his low desire to live. Hence, he flew up and merely collided with the boy's body.

Then, both of them fell on the snow. Neither were

winners nor losers.

"Apologize to me," Jay said indignantly. 1

There was a cold-blooded sneer in the young boy's eyes. It would be impossible for him to apologize to such a murderous villain.

"What did I do?" the boy asked him back.

"You destroyed my cake."

The young boy scoffed. "It's just a cake."

A murderous aura suddenly appeared in Jay's eyes. This was not about the cake at all.

It was the guilt and nostalgia he felt as a father toward his children.

When Jay and the young man got up, preparing for the second round of their fierce battle, Cole abruptly appeared with several of the Corvettes. "He's here, Young Master."

"Protect him."

The young man glanced at Jay unwillingly and left the scene.

"Why are you here?" Jay scoffed at Cole.

Cole noticed that he was somewhat injured and looked in the boy's direction in disbelief. "No way. There's someone in this world who can actually beat you up?"

Jay corrected him. "If I was well, would he have been able to be so presumptuous in front of me?" "Who is he?" Cole asked curiously.

He secretly wondered that if this young man could make Jay have a taste of his own medicine, should he try and be friends with him? Jay retorted, "Don't know him."

"No? Then why were the two of you fighting?"

"He crushed my cake," said Jay unexpectedly.

Cole was utterly speechless.

"You must've gotten that vengeful temperament of yours from Grandfather."

Jay glared at him and pushed him away before walking forward tremblingly.

"What are you doing here?" he asked again.

Cole followed him. "Grand Old Master Yorks asked me to capture... I mean, invite you back."

Jay was stunned. Seeing Cole's attitude toward him, he could guess that his identity had been exposed.

"How did you learn of my identity?" Jay turned around.

Cole shrugged his shoulders as his eyes dimmed. "For you to abuse your body that way right after Angeline's death, I'd be a fool not to know."

Jay turned around tremblingly as he threatened Cole. "You'd better hope that my darling Angeline is alive and well. Otherwise, I'll shovel up and flatten your whole Mount Pearl."

Cole was not one to cling abjectly to life, hence he spread his arms and threw caution to the wind. "I don't want to live anymore if Angeline is dead anyway. If you kill me now, perhaps I'd be able to meet Angeline in the afterlife."

Chapter 1319

Chapter 1319

Cole's vast affection for Angeline was making Jay want to beat him up violently.

"I'm warning you, Cole Yorks. Erase Angeline out of your mind. Angeline is mine. Either in this lifetime, or the next, or for the rest of eternity. She can only be mine. When she's alive, she's my person. When she's dead, she'll be my ghost. I won't allow anyone else to covet her." Jay furiously gripped Cole's collar as he warned him viciously.

"Also, Angeline is not dead. Stop cursing her."

Cole was stunned, and his dispirited pupils suddenly slid into sweet spring where blooming green buds started appearing. The vibrant spring feeling awakened his chaotic soul.

"How do you know that she's not dead?" Cole asked excitedly.

Jay uttered, "Intuition."

Cole's spring mood instantly switched back to cold winter.

"Intuition, my *ss!" Cole had always been gentle and elegant, even under Spencer and Noel's influence. He was able to remain untainted and maintained a gentlemanly mannerism.

However, his heart had now fallen from the high heavens to the depths of a valley. He could not help but swear out loud due to his collapsed mentality.

Jay looked at Cole with his falcon eyes, looking as if he was a survivor who had everything under control." Cole Yorks, the one Angeline loves is me. She'll always be anywhere I'm at, and she wouldn't be at peace about leaving me all alone. Just like before, even when she died, her soul still returned to me."

Cole was in a daze. He reached out his hand to touch Jay's forehead. "Have you... gone mad? People don't come back from the dead."

Jay slapped his hand away and retorted, "You don't understand the love between Angeline and me.

Nothing can separate us, not even death."

Cole showed a worried expression. "You've gone insane because of love, Jay Ares."

Jay rolled his eyes at him and continued to walk forward.

Cole could only assume that Jay had gone completely insane. He was even more worried about leaving him alone now, hence he commanded the Corvettes, "Go and capture him back."

The Corvettes received his order. "Yes."

However, as soon as the Corvettes surrounded Jay, Storm and Grayson showed up. The two thought that the Corvettes were here to harass Jay again. They

were so angry that they charged ahead to battle!

Cole rushed to chase after Jay. "Cousin!"

Jay's spine froze up. The sound of Cole calling him ' Cousin' unexpectedly made his pupils shudder. He abruptly turned around to grab Cole's throat.

"Do not call me your cousin, Cole Yorks. I don't want any relationship with Doomsday."

Even if he could forgive Doomsday's past deeds against the Ares family, he could never forgive the harm Doomsday had caused to Angeline.

Cole muttered helplessly, "Grandpa was the one who asked me to come and find you."

Jay retorted, "Go and tell him that black and white cannot mix."

Cole's expression turned dim. They were able to accept him because of how much Grandpa liked this grandson.

Yet, Jay harbored this much hatred toward Doomsday Organization. It seemed that for him to acknowledge Grandpa as his relative, there was probably still a long road ahead.

The violence in Jay's eyes grew more and more vicious. "I'm able to be kind toward you now, Cole Yorks, because I'm uncertain about Angelina's wellbeing. If Angeline truly died in Mount Pearl as you guys have said, then not only will I never acknowledge you as my blood, I'll even personally let you die in my

hands!"

Cole felt responsible for everything and asked," Angeline's death was caused by me. If you want to kill someone, it should be me. Why are you dragging Grandpa and my dad into this?" "They've failed in your upbringing!" Jay scoffed angrily.

Cole,

Jay was an unreasonable character when he was angry. He was indeed the grand old master's descendant.

Knowing that Jay was in a bad mood, Cole did not dare to say anything to trigger him further. He merely silently endured Jay's aggressive attitude toward him.

Jay finally let loose of him and left while trembling.

Cole looked at Jay's desolate appearance and was feeling inexplicably anxious.