"Of course you want something, and what you seek far exceeds the fate of a planet in scale," the voice said. "I won't interfere. I'm already dead. I merely left a pair of eyes here. I'm looking forward to what you're going to do. It reminds me of my youth."
Chapter 299: Undercurrents
Caesar sat before an empty desk. A thin layer of dust covered both the desktop and the floor, as though no one had cleaned the place in a long time. The sunset burned outside the window, its scarlet afterglow slicing the shadows into bars.
"At last, something invisible and intangible is gone," Caesar said.
"Yes. The family is gone." Frost said little. He knew how stubborn this heir could be. No one could have imagined that the seemingly everlasting Gattuso Family would collapse overnight-or that, in truth, it had never been founded as a family in the first place.
He was already prepared for Caesar's mockery, complaints, or sarcastic remarks.
"All this time, I've been a piece of timber. There were always people trying to make me fit with axes and chisels, so I could slot perfectly into some groove." Caesar stroked the antique desk, grinding the dust between his fingers. "Even if that groove blazed with glory and was inlaid with ten thousand gems, it wouldn't change the fact that I was a piece of timber that needed someone standing above me to trim it. And those people made me sick."
"Now that it's all gone, don't you feel like your feet are finally on solid ground?" Caesar asked.
"The family's elite are almost all dead or wounded. Apart from the research institute that burned down, all our assets have been frozen or divided up by the Elders' Council. You call that solid ground?" Frost asked