Chapter 1092
Jason’s words cut through the haze of Cole’s grief. Jason was right. There would be time to mourn later, but right now, they had work to do.
Cole slowly forced himself to look away from the sky and began walking toward the waiting helicopter with mechanical, determined steps. Elliana followed close behind him, her hand briefly touching his arm in silent support.
Once Cole and Elliana were both safely aboard and the aircraft had lifted off into the night, Jason sent his helicopter back to the city. But he himself remained behind on the desolate clifftop, alone with his thoughts and his self-chastening.
Jason walked to the exact spot where Taylor had fallen and stood there in complete silence, keeping a solitary vigil as the hours slowly passed. The wind whipped around him, but he didn’t move from his position at the edge of the precipice.
When the first pale light of dawn began to creep across the forest below, he finally allowed himself one last long look into the dark abyss. Then he pulled out his phone and placed a video call to Irene.
The call connected immediately, and Irene’s face appeared on the screen, her features twisted with barely controlled rage. She had clearly heard that their carefully planned assassination attempt against Cole had failed once again.
The moment the concert ended, Irene had vanished into the night and made her way back to Ublento. She had spent the entire night wide awake, pacing and waiting for some word about whether her plan had worked. When the news finally came, it brought nothing but bitter disappointment — another failure to add to her growing list.
Just minutes before Jason’s video call, Irene had been taking a pair of sharp scissors to her expensive jewelry collection, cutting through necklaces and earrings in a frantic attempt to release the volcanic anger burning inside her chest. The only thing stopping her from completely destroying her room was the fear that someone might hear the commotion and come asking questions.
For what felt like an eternity, she had been getting so close to victory, only to watch everything fall apart just when success seemed within her grasp. This latest attempt had been her most carefully planned operation — an elaborate web of manipulation designed to be absolutely foolproof. And somehow, it had still gone wrong.
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Her hands were busy shredding a strand of pearls when Jason’s name appeared on her phone screen. Even though fury was still coursing through her veins, she quickly arranged her features into a calm, loving expression.
The call connected to reveal Jason’s face, and she immediately switched to her most nurturing, motherly voice. “Jason, sweetheart, you’re calling quite early today. Is everything all right?”
While Irene was putting on her perfect performance of maternal warmth, Jason looked like he had been carved from ice. His face was completely emotionless, and his eyes held a depth of pain and disappointment that made her stomach clench with unease.
The sight of him looking so devastated sent alarm bells ringing in her head. She leaned closer to her phone screen, genuine worry creeping into her voice. “Jason, what’s happened? You look absolutely dreadful.”
“Taylor’s gone. He’s dead,” Jason stated in a voice completely stripped of all feeling.
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