Chapter 1499 Raymond, You Are Quite Calculative
Parker immediately dispatched his men to carry out the orders.
Mario remained where he stood, his gaze fixed on Raymond's direction, a flash of murderous intent darkening his eyes.
In the dining room, only Raymond and Emilio sat at the table. Emilio remained silent, untouching the meal before him. Raymond mirrored his stillness, leaning back in his chair with his attention drifting intermittently to Emilio. The atmosphere hung heavy with unspoken tension.
After a long pause, Emilio's fingers drummed against the table. "You have a vendetta against K?"
"Yes."
"Two factions infiltrated the island today—K's people, and another group that landed ten minutes ago. Are they yours?"
Raymond's silence spoke volumes, though his stare carried unmistakable weight.
Emilio's laugh held no warmth. "Ten minutes ago—precisely when I was covering for you. How perfectly calculated, Raymond."
Raymond had been investigating the puppet master behind Mystic Prison for some time, but the figure had remained elusive, hidden too deeply and never showing their true face. Today, he had finally encountered this shadow player—and remarkably, they were helping him.
Raymond understood that his arrival had thrown the inner island into chaos. Previously, his presence had united the major families against him. Yet now this mysterious benefactor was offering assistance. If they could help him, they could also turn a blind eye to everything he intended to do.
Using his fingertip, he traced words in the tea spilled on the table.
Emilio glanced once at the message, then lowered his eyes. He should refuse—he had never defied the orders of his mentor. His role was to remain Mystic Prison's master, to keep the major families under control.
But something had shifted. He found himself longing for the way Selena looked at him—with such devotion, such earnestness. He couldn't forget the image of her desperately searching through ashes for his remains, her soul-crushing grief. No one had ever cared for him to such depths.
Though young, he had already committed countless sins and could easily embrace greater darkness. He cared nothing for others' opinions, yet Selena's mattered inexplicably. He couldn't bear for her to discover that the Emilio she sought to protect had been deceiving her from the very beginning.
He could have exposed himself during her torture, delivering the crushing blow of betrayal while she watched, showing her how foolish her blind trust had been. It was his usual method—the most effective way to destroy someone completely.
But he hadn't. Instead, he had orchestrated an elaborate performance to give Emilio's identity a perfect farewell, selfishly ensuring she would remember that name forever.
No one had ever offered him sweetness, yet Selena had given him candy. Though he never tasted it, he wanted to return even the smallest measure of that kindness. He must be losing his mind—he was walking toward his own destruction, desperate to show Selena the last remnants of whatever conscience he possessed.
He reached out and erased the words from the table.
Raymond knew that even if Emilio disagreed, he would still overlook whatever came next—just as Emilio now knew the second wave belonged to Raymond yet hadn't prevented their entry into Mystic Prison.
Emilio took a napkin and wiped the tea from his palm. "How did you contact the outside world?"
"Before coming here, Selena's brother had a friend who gave us a note with an address—a place where carrier pigeons could fly beyond Mystic Prison. There was only one."
Emilio's eyebrow arched slightly. Carrier pigeons? This must be the only means of communication with the outside world, and Raymond had discovered it. Even he, Mystic Prison's true master, hadn't known of its existence.
Raymond's admission confirmed that he had issued commands ten minutes earlier, enabling his people's entry into Mystic Prison.
Emilio fell silent, recognizing that while he didn't know Raymond well, the man's calculating nature was unmistakable. When Raymond first arrived on the inner island, he must have brought capable lieutenants, allowing him to relay messages immediately.
The silence stretched between them once more.
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