You're All Just Pieces on the Board

At that, Loren smiled and shut off the projection.

"Back then, my father never told you about this because he wanted to save you some face. But you didn't know when to quit. You kept targeting him, and in the end, you even went so far as to have him killed. Tell me, don't you deserve to die?"

"No, that's not true. You made all of this up. Your father was the one who killed my brother. You won't trick me."

"You idiot. What would my father have gained from killing his older brother? As his sister, you should know my father's personality well enough. He was free-spirited by nature and hated being bound by the family.

If Uncle hadn't died, my father wouldn't have had to take charge of such a massive family. He wouldn't have had to worry about so many things, and he wouldn't have had to see the disgusting things you two did every day.

He could have traveled the world and lived the happy life he wanted. Anyone could have killed Uncle, except my father. Because Uncle's death brought him nothing but harm and no benefit at all."

"No... No, I can't be wrong. This is all fake. Fake." Hearing Loren's words, Maeve shook her head, disbelief written all over her face.

"Whether you believe it no longer matters. I'm going to avenge my parents no matter what. Now, I'll send you to hell!" As Loren spoke, he viciously drove the stolen dagger toward Maeve.

But at that moment, the butler Freddie, who had been standing behind Loren all along, suddenly lunged forward. He drew a pistol from his waist, aimed it at the back of Loren's head, and tried to shoot him.

But to Freddie's utter shock, before he could pull the trigger, Loren suddenly spun around. The dagger in his hand flashed coldly and chopped off Freddie's hand a split second before he could fire.

"Aah!!"

A piercing scream immediately burst from Freddie's mouth.

He clutched his severed arm in agony, staring at Loren in disbelief.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't understand how this young master had discovered his sneak attack in advance. It was simply unbelievable.

"Old butler, you didn't really think you'd hidden it that well, did you?" Loren looked at him with a mocking expression.

"Y-you... How did you find out?" Freddie asked unwillingly.

"That night, when I was attacked at the police station, I realized that those men in black were ostensibly there to kill the gunman. But in reality, they had a very clear target: me.

If 2B hadn't been by my side then, I would've been riddled with bullets. So afterward, I went over everything again and realized that you were the only one who had known beforehand that I was going to the police station. Tell me, if I didn't suspect you, who else was I supposed to suspect?

But you old bastard really knew how to endure. You'd held back all this time without making a move against me. I honestly didn't know what excuse I could use to kill you!

Now it's perfect. I have every reason I need, so naturally, your time has come. Oh, and Lady Maeve just said that her poison gas had filled the entire room. Yet you stood in here the whole time without any reaction. That's hardly professional of you. Do better in your next life!"

Loren spoke mockingly, then flicked his wrist. The dagger swiftly sliced across old butler Freddie's throat, killing him on the spot with ruthless efficiency.

Watching the spy she had planted beside Loren die just like that, Maeve's expression grew even uglier. A trace of despair appeared in her eyes. She knew there was no turning things around now.

"I never thought I'd fall into the hands of a little brat like you. I'm not willing to accept this! You should've died with your damned parents!" Even now, Maeve continued to curse Loren.

Loren merely laughed without a care. "I really love seeing the look on your faces when you hate me to death but can't do anything to me. I just want to piss you off—piss you to death!"

"Y-you... Pfft!!" Seeing Loren's smug face, Maeve actually coughed up a mouthful of blood in rage. Her eyes were bloodshot.

"Heh, you freak aren't just stupid—you've got quite the temper too. No wonder you could do something like murdering your own younger brother. The Morgan Family was truly cursed to have a descendant like you. What rotten luck they've had!"

"Shut up! You little brat have no right to judge me! This was all your father's fault. He deserved to die!"

"You idiot, and you still haven't seen through it. Someone was clearly setting this whole thing up. Uncle's death was merely one part of the scheme, and you and my father were nothing more than pieces on the board.

If you truly want to avenge Uncle—no, I should say, avenge your man—then tell me everything you know. Only then can I catch the one who truly killed Uncle. When that happens, I'll tear him to pieces!

Of course, you can keep being stupid and keep counting money for the people who sold you out. Even without you, I can still drag them out eventually. It'll just take longer.

But based on what I've uncovered so far, Hydra was definitely involved in this entire matter. If I'm right, they approached you after you left the Morgan Family, didn't they?

And they must have made you an offer you couldn't refuse. Am I right?" Loren did not rush to kill Maeve. Instead, he began carefully drawing information out of her.

Hearing Loren say that, Maeve froze for a moment. He had clearly hit the mark.

Before this, she never would have believed Loren.

But now, she had seen the footage left behind by Loren's father and witnessed Loren's methods. She knew he was no ordinary person, so his words carried some weight with her.

"Not saying anything means you admit it. Looks like I guessed right. Hydra really was behind all of this. The person who met with you may even have been the one who killed Uncle, yet you stupid bitch actually worked for him. How laughable."

"No, that's impossible. He wouldn't lie to me. Don't even think about misleading me. I already avenged my brother. Yes, I already got my revenge! Hahaha! Even if I die, I won't leak anything. Hail Hydra!"

Maeve suddenly began shouting like she had lost her mind. Then a streak of blood trickled from the corner of her mouth. Clearly, she had bitten through the poison capsule in her mouth, and she did not have long to live.

But what Loren had not expected was that, just before she drew her last breath, she leaned close to his ear and softly murmured, "A-Alexander... Pierce... It was him..."

Before she could finish, Maeve breathed her last.