NovelStart
Chapter 2026 The man was reading the news. He lifted his cup when his servant leaned to his ear. “Master
Cameron is back, sir.”
The man hummed and finished his tea slowly. He raised his head just in time to catch a dashing young man striding
into his courtyard with his hands on his back, who raised his brow and hollered, “Miss me yet, pops?”
The man placed a cover on his teacup and frowned. “Forgot your manners now that you‘ve been seeing the world
for a while?”
His attention drifted to Nollace standing behind him, and he froze. He turned back to the papers and rose to his feet
suddenly, grumbling, “God! I gave you one job, brat. I told you to make money, but the only currency you‘re good
at is trouble, isn‘t it? You keep bringing freaks home!”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNollace narrowed his eyes but did not say anything.
The youth circled behind the man and started massaging the latter‘s shoulders. “Whoa! Calm down, Dad. I saved
him while I was at the sea, okay? You told me nobody sane and good would think saving a life is bad, remember?
Rather make friends than enemies, you said. I follow your advice like the good son I am.” Sunny Southern sneered.
“You mean, you ‘selectively follow my advice like the ‘selectively good‘ son you are.” He turned back to Nollace and
observed the young man. Had he not read the news, he would have never guessed the kid to be a bigshot. “So, a
member of the Knowles family of Yaramoor?”
Nollace gave a little nod. “Your reputation reaches me, Mr. Sunny Southern, but I didn‘t expect mine to reach you.”
The older man stood and waved. “Since my son rescued you. Since you clearly look fine and unharmed, I shall
return you to your home tomorrow.” Nollace raised his eyelids. “I‘m sorry, but not so soon, sir.” Sunny regarded
him pensively. A moment later, he looked away. “Come with me to my study.” Nollace nodded and followed him
inside. Cameron watched the two disappearing by the door with his arms crossed. The family butler approached
him apprehensively. “Master Cameron, if I may... This stranger is a little worrying. We don‘t know who he is or why
he‘s here on the island. Does he have any motive?” Cameron smiled. “I bet he has a motive, all right.” His eyes
drifted to the newspaper on the coffee table. He picked it up, his eyes narrowing a little in scrutiny.
Nollace and Sunny stepped into the study. One could catch a small fragment of the forest beyond the squared–
shaped windows. The room was incredibly well–lit and left nothing in the shadows–its owner‘s assortment of vintage
pens and brushes, his collection of books, and
the formidable arrays of antiques and calligraphies. Sunny took his seat behind the coffee table and picked up his
teapot. “Tell me why you‘re adamant about staying on our island.” Nollace was candid. “I‘m looking for someone.”
Sunny pressed the lid against the pot and sloshed its content. “Oh, yes?” “His name is Donald. He escaped prison in
Yaramoor, came to the East Islands, and joined Fabio Puzo.” Sunny paused in mid–action and looked up. “That
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMatthews kid?” Nollace was not surprised that he knew him. “So, you know him.” Sunny snorted under his breath
and drank his tea. “Please. I know more than just that name. I know all about him buddying up with the Skull Club,
too. The syndicate rules Southeast Eurasia and practically monopolizes its entire entertainment industry. “Matthews
Sr. was where they got their money, but the Skull Club got smarter. They realized Matthews Sr. was trying to take
advantage of them and got particularly incensed about him
always taking the biggest cut of the profit. “They got hostile, so Matthews Sr. got terrified of possible retribution and
came to me for help. The Skull Club played nice, for my sake. Matthews Sr. would have never been able to leave
Southeast Eurasia otherwise. “As for his son, Donald? He came here two years ago, seeking my protection, but I
didn‘t let him stay.” Nollace fell into a pensive silence. He had already been aware that the Skull Club was helping
Donald.
Bear was a Southeast Eurasian, so it seemed palpable that Donald‘s father had left his son some connections and
names to fall back on in Southeast Eurasia.
Visit our social media platform to read fascinating stories every day and connect with the community!
