In Capital, Leighton hung up the phone and picked up a small, delicate vial from his desk. He admired the viscous purple liquid swirling inside, his eyes gleaming with obsession.
If Liam were present, he would have instantly recognized the contents of that vial—it was none other than the lethal Medusa's Kiss, the very poison that had nearly killed Alice.
Leighton's lips curled into a cold smirk as he muttered to himself, "Seems I've underestimated you, Liam…"
Although he hadn't yet uncovered how Alice had survived the poison, it didn't prevent him from reassessing his cousin, who had been exiled from the family years ago.
Just as Leighton was lost in thought, a figure cloaked in black emerged from the shadows.
"It's a critical moment right now. You shouldn't be stirring up trouble," t
