Chapter 449: The Man Who Cuckolded Him
As soon as Crystal heard her biological father was arriving, her eyes lit up. She followed Mr. Paulo without hesitation, calling, “Grandpa, let’s go! I want to see my dad.” Nora called after them, “Crystal! Dad…,” but they were already outside, slamming the door shut and locking her inside. Nora sank weakly into a chair. She had witnessed much in her life, but the implications of her father and Crystal’s actions still haunted her. Using Crystal's blood to nourish Olive—wouldn't that damage Crystal's body? Crystal was already teetering on the edge of an abyss. If something happened, Nora would be the first to fall. Was this good for Crystal? No. Neither the King of Greenland nor Mr. Paulo considered Crystal's well-being; they saw her merely as a pawn in their revenge against Olive. Ironically, Crystal remained oblivious, abandoned even by her own mother, and refusing to listen to reason. Nora realized this entire scheme was aimed at Olive. Could the mysterious King of Greenland be connected to… Joyce Brown? Joyce Brown! It was Joyce Brown again!
Elvis stepped outside just as Damien, a handsome and distinguished figure, appeared. They exchanged a glance, a silent communication passing between them. Damien stated, “Do you want to marry Crystal?” Elvis’s frosty brows raised. “Do I have a choice?” he retorted. Damien replied, “Then let's settle this with Olive. We both know her; she'd rather break than be broken.” Elvis remained silent. Suddenly, several bulletproof luxury cars screeched to a halt. Men in black suits emerged, forming a respectful guard. A long black car pulled up, stopping in the center. The tinted windows prevented identification of the occupant, yet its imposing presence commanded attention. Damien and Elvis both looked on. Elvis's keen eyes briefly assessed the men in black—retired mercenaries, heavily armed, and undeniably dangerous.
“Father-in-law, do you know who’s in the car?” Elvis asked. He knew all the significant figures in the city, yet this one was completely unknown. Damien stood silently, his fiery red eyes fixed on the black car. He sensed he was being observed. Through the window, he seemed to meet another's gaze, his lips tightening. “Judging by the license plate,” he murmured, “it appears to be from Greenland.”
Greenland? Elvis's eyes widened, then quickly narrowed. Regardless, this was not a welcome guest. At that moment, Mr. Paulo and Crystal appeared. Mr. Paulo, his eyes clouded with a self-satisfied smirk, approached the black car and knocked on the back door. His subservient posture revealed his fear of the car's occupant. The door opened, and a man emerged. Damien and Elvis observed him—a handsome middle-aged man, approximately forty years old, with piercing blue eyes and a distinctly sinister air.
“Dad,” a warm voice called out. Crystal, like a joyful bird, ran to the man and leaped into his lap. Elvis’s expression was unreadable, as was Damien's. Logan Theodore, the man, embraced Crystal, fondly patting her head. “Crystal, you've grown so much. With your dad here, no one will bully you.” Crystal showed no awkwardness, hugging his arm and coaxing, “Dad, why did you leave me for so long? I missed you terribly.”
Elvis glanced at Damien. “Father-in-law,” he whispered, “that's Crystal's biological father, the man who cuckolded you.” Damien remained silent, facing Logan, who held Crystal and looked at him with a mischievous, dangerous smile. Crystal, having a new father, no longer needed to please Damien. She snuggled into Logan’s lap, then smiled at Elvis. “Elvis, I'll wait for your call.”
Logan Theodore ushered Crystal and Mr. Paulo into the car, and the fleet of luxury vehicles sped away. Watching them go, Elvis raised an eyebrow. “Father-in-law, have you been carrying on any extramarital affairs? That man looked at you like a love rival. Seems like you’ve been secretly sleeping with someone else’s wife.”
Damien wanted to kick Elvis. He hadn’t. He had slept with only one woman, only once. Then, a deep, masculine voice reached his ear, “Damien, Elvis is right. Logan Theodore sees you as a love rival because you slept with his fiancée.”
What? Elvis had thought it was jest, but now looked at Damien with a slightly perplexed expression. The son-in-law knows about his father-in-law. What should he do?
Damien looked up as a luxury car pulled up; Alpha had arrived. Damien frowned. “I don’t even know that man, let alone his fiancée.”
Alpha slowly pursed his lips. “That’s Logan Theodore, King of Greenland. Crystal is his biological daughter, and Nora’s… that means Crystal is now the eldest princess. You know his fiancée? It's Olive's mother, Joyce Brown.”
Damien and Elvis’s expressions changed dramatically. Alpha, hands in his pockets, smiled. “Dumbfounded? Didn’t expect Joyce Brown's ex-fiancé to be so powerful, crushing both of you? Imagine—you're Logan Theodore, ruler of a country, and your woman sleeps with someone else. Wouldn't you be furious?”