Meanwhile, in the distant country of Marlowe, Adrian Morgan sat elegantly in a custom-made chair, reviewing the intelligence his subordinates had gathered on Victor Morgan.
"I never thought a man like my second uncle could love a woman so much. He even ran off to the far-flung city of Aethelgard for her."
"Oh, Second Uncle, Second Uncle. To think that someone as arrogant as you could actually be cornered by another company in the business world. It's truly incredible."
Adrian Morgan spoke with a cold smile, his true thoughts hidden from everyone.
"Arrange a flight back to Midland for me. I want one for a week from now."
"Yes, sir."
Adrian Morgan mused to himself:
'I hope you won't be defeated by those buffoons. You must fall by my hand.'
'I will never forget the pain you caused me. I'll make you pay for everything a hundred times over. I'll make you feel these ten years of solitude I've endured.'
