Chapter 1335 - 1275: Many Have No Future Anymore

The whole process lasted for half an hour, and those piranhas ate Night Owl until only the skull was left.

Night Owl’s skull floated on the water surface, and the piranhas quieted down.

Marion asked, "Sixth Master, should we continue recording?"

"No need."

Adrian Desmond walked over, reached out, and scooped up Night Owl’s skull. The greedy piranhas tried to attack Adrian, biting onto his sleeve, but he slammed it down onto the ground.

Once the piranhas left the water, they lost their aggressiveness, flopped around on the ground, and Adrian’s leather boot stomped them into a pulp.

Adrian threw Night Owl’s skull into a box, took back his phone, watched the video, and sent it to Jack—Laura’s grandfather.

He had promised Jack that he would avenge Laura.

When Laura died in his arms, Adrian swore he would kill Night Owl.

Night Owl sought his own death by coveting his woman, and Adrian wouldn’t keep him alive!

...

Brevon, Sanchez Castle of the Rowell Family.

Jack was staying in his granddaughter’s room, wiping clean a doll Laura used to play with.

This doll, with beautiful blonde hair like Laura’s, was a favorite of Laura’s; she often wanted to embrace it while sleeping.

After Laura disappeared, Jack got used to holding this doll while sleeping, as if Laura was still by his side.

"Laura, today is your 25th birthday."

"..."

"Happy birthday, Laura," Jack said to the doll.

Just as he finished speaking, Jack’s phone suddenly rang—it was a message from Adrian.

Jack opened it, and it was a video; Jack looked at Night Owl’s head, his eyes rounded, his whole body trembling.

"Night Owl?" Jack gritted his teeth, squeezing the words out his teeth.

Jack saw the piranhas devouring Night Owl’s head, his heart uncontrollably excited. He had waited so long, spent countless money, hired many bounty hunters, eagerly anticipating Night Owl’s death.

Who would have known Night Owl was extremely cunning, always evading capture?

"Night Owl, you are finally dead... haha..."

Watching Night Owl’s head being devoured by piranhas, only the skull left, Jack hugged Laura’s doll and broke into tears.

"Laura..."

Night Owl was dead, but his Laura could never come back to life.

"Laura, my Laura..."

Jack held on for the moment just to see Night Owl die, and he finally waited.

Jack cried for a long time in Laura’s room, almost fainting.

The family doctor injected him with a tranquilizer, and only then did Jack calm down.

That night, Jack changed into a dark suit, tied a royal blue tie, and trimmed his neat little mustache, dressing himself like a dignified and elegant old Brevon noble.

Jack dismissed all the servants in the castle, giving them a high severance pay.

Jack’s lawyer Hamill, they had been old friends for years.

"Are you really going to give all your properties to a person from Abyanabad named Adrian?" Hamill asked, uncertain.

Jack gave all the Rowell Family’s wealth to Adrian, so much wealth, it would be enough for Adrian to squander a lifetime.

"Yes."

"But he’s not part of the Rowell Family."

"He is the man Laura loved." Jack smiled.

"Jack, I hope you don’t regret it."

"No, I won’t regret it. I believe Laura would support me too."

Jack regarded Adrian as his granddaughter-in-law; Adrian was the one most deeply connected to Laura.

Adrian was the boy Laura liked, the last person she saw before she died; now Adrian avenged Laura.

Hamill handed the drafted document to Jack, and Jack signed it, making the document effective.

"Hamill, all the precious wine in my cellar, I’ll give to you."

Hamill looked at Jack, worriedly asked, "Jack, what do you plan to do?"

"Ever since Laura went missing, I stopped drinking. I’m keeping it for no reason, so it’s all yours."

"..."

"I already had Ryan send them to your home."

Hamill’s hobby was collecting fine wines, and his cellar even had a bottle of Orienta’s Maotai.

"Thank you." Hamill had long coveted the fine wines in Jack’s cellar.

Since Jack sincerely intended to gift them to him, Hamill accepted without delay.

"Hamill, I’m tired, please go."

"Jack, then rest well. I’ll come see you in a few days."

"Mm."

Hamill took the document and left.

Before leaving, he turned and watched the seated old Brevon gentleman, inexplicably feeling a sense of melancholy.

Jack now was the last one of the Rowell Family; if the wealth wasn’t given to Adrian, once Jack died, it would be confiscated.

Hamill sighed and left.

...

After Hamill left, Jack called Adrian.

"Hello?"

"Adrian, it’s me, Jack." Jack’s voice was hoarse.

"Jack, did you watch the video I sent you?" Adrian asked.

"I did, thank you, Adrian.

Thank you for avenging Laura.

Thank you for letting me live to see that demon punished."

Laura was gone, the Rowell Family now only had one Jack left; Adrian was not good at comforting people and didn’t know what to say.

"Night Owl is already dead..."

"Good, dead indeed! This demon, he’ll go to hell, God will never forgive his evil soul."

Night Owl was dead, Jack still couldn’t forgive him.

Night Owl ruined his granddaughter, ruined his son and daughter-in-law, ruined him...

"I’ve already avenged Laura... Jack, it’s all over, my sympathies."

"Adrian, you have a beautiful wife, adorable children, you can start a new life, but I have nothing left..."

All these years, Jack was tormented by illness, every night agonized by the pain of losing Laura, if not for killing Night Owl, he would have long given up living.

Adrian stood on the street, listening to Jack, feeling his sorrow. He still had Sienna Johnson, he still had children, he still had a future.

Fortunately, he defended his happiness.

"Jack, you have to live, don’t you?"

Jack didn’t want to live; Night Owl was dead, he had no more reason for living.

"Adrian, I wish you happiness."

"I am very happy!" he obtained all he wanted.

"Thank you."

"No need to thank."

Hanging up on Jack, Adrian couldn’t wait to see Sienna Johnson.

He wanted to return to Sileria City with Sienna, live in Sileria City, watch his four children grow up, and then grow old together with Sienna Johnson.