Roar of the Supreme Warrior novel Chapter 11

"Moonlit Flowers on Cliffside's Edge..." James muttered to himself.

That painting was his family's most important heirloom.

Before his grandfather died, he told James that their family could be wiped out, but that painting was the one thing they could not lose.

It remained in James's mind, even after ten years.

"Get ready. We act tonight."

"Understood." Henry nodded.

"Alright, you should leave. My wife's about to get off work. She doesn't want me to be around knaves and hooligans, and it's obvious from your appearance alone that you're not a good guy. If my wife saw you, I'd be in for another lecture."

Henry's expression fell.

He was just slightly darker-skinned. Why does that make him a hooligan? Why would that make him a bad guy?

"Don't just stand there, get lost." James sent a kick his way.

Henry turned and left.

James glanced at the time. Thea's work had ended. She would be coming out any moment.

He pushed his electric motorcycle along and made his way to the Callahans' Eternality Group. Before he could approach the entrance, however, he spotted a woman walking out of the building.

She was five foot ten, clad in formal business attire that consisted of a white button-down shirt, a black pencil skirt, and red heels.

Her chestnut-colored wavy hair framed her face, and the way she walked with a briefcase in her hand conveyed a powerful confidence about her.

"Thea!"

A man walked up to her at that moment, holding out a bouquet of flowers. "These are for you, Thea. Are you free tonight? I've booked a private room in The Drunken Fairy tonight. I'd love to take you out for dinner."

This man was Brandon Frasier, of the Frasiers, one of The Great Four in Cansington.

Ever since Thea obtained Celestial Group’s order list and her apparent friendship with Alex Yates, the chairman of Celestial Group, was exposed, the Callahan’s fame grew exponentially. Thea, too, became the most beautiful woman in Cansington.

She was also highly competent as chairwoman of Eternality. She managed to put the company in order in just half a month.

Thanks to her growing fame, she was crowned Cansington’s prettiest chairwoman.

Even though she had a husband, James was virtually unknown. The heirs to wealthy families ignored his existence and continued pursuing Thea in hopes of eventually winning her over.

At that moment, Thea spotted James and his electric motorcycle. She flashed a stunning smile, ignoring Brandon as she made her way toward him. She kissed James, then hugged his arm affectionately.

“Honey, that person told me he booked a private room in The Drunken Fairy and wants me to have dinner with him. I haven’t been to The Drunken Fairy before.”

“He invited you. You should go. Take me with you, too, if he’s okay with that. I've never been there before, either.”

Brandon’s expression turned sour at the scene. He marched over to them. “James Caden? I’m Brandon Frasier,” he said coldly and held out a card. “I’ll pay you five hundred thousand dollars to leave Thea!”

“Do I accept it, darling?”

“It’s up to you,” Thea said, an amused smile playing at her lips. “I think you should, though. You’d be able to reserve a table at The Drunken Fairy with that much money.”

“I’ll take it, then.”

James gave Brandon a smile as he accepted the card. “So, what’s the pin number?”

Brandon turned his nose up at James. “Six zeroes. Take the money and get lost. From now onwards, Thea will have nothing to do with you anymore.”

“Yep, we’ll go get our divorce sorted right now.” James nodded. “Hop on, darling.”

Thea sat on the motorcycle’s back seat and wrapped her arms around James’s waist. They then drove away under Brandon’s bewildered gaze.

Brandon stared after them for a few minutes before realizing he had been fooled. He threw the bouquet of flowers he had been holding onto the ground, glaring after James, now far in the distance. “You little-! This isn’t over!” he shouted angrily after him.