The outside world was devouring the Duncan Family's assets in great mouthfuls, while Mr. Jieluno looked somewhat desolate.
He stood at the port, watching the expensive works of art being loaded onto ships.
The sea breeze swept over him, bitterly cold to the bone.
A pained expression suddenly flashed across his face. His right hand clenched into a fist and struck his heart once.
The blow seemed to have worked. The pain eased almost instantly, and a surge of strength began filling his body again.
There was something wrong with his heart. He had been overworking and constantly rushing about lately, but in the end, he could not change the outcome. His heart would occasionally ache.
He did not know whether it was temporary or chronic. He had not told anyone, including his doctor.
If news that something was wrong with his health got out, the family—which was already in a state of panic—might fall apart in an instant.
He had to hold on until they reached their new destination before he could get some rest.
He had already contacted the king of a Small Country in private. He had some investments there and owned a family castle. At the same time, the king of that Small Country had once been his business partner!
Yes, there had been a period when he sent two slaves to that king at regular intervals.
As for what ultimately happened to those slaves, he did not care much.
People involved in the slave and human-trafficking trades generally had hardened hearts.
When he contacted the king, he told him that he would increase his investments in the Small Country in exchange for protection for himself and the Duncan Family.
The reason he had chosen a Small Country this time was that he had gradually realized