Chapter 607

Everett Sinclair gave a respectful bow to Shadow. "Good evening, Shadow. It's a pleasure to meet you. This is the man I told you about—my son-in-law, Nathaniel Whitmore."

Nathaniel met Shadow's gaze steadily, his expression unreadable. "Shadow."

Shadow's piercing eyes swept over Nathaniel, cold and assessing. "So you're Reginald's son-in-law?"

Nathaniel inclined his head. "That's correct."

Shadow studied him for a long moment before a flicker of recognition crossed his sharp features. "I could swear I've seen you before. Have we met?"

Reginald chuckled, though his grip tightened slightly on his cane. "Surely not. Nathaniel wouldn't have crossed paths with someone like you. Perhaps he resembles someone you know?"

Shadow's lips curled into a humorless smile. "He looks exactly like an undercover narcotics officer I once knew."

At the mention of the officer, Reginald's face darkened. "You mean the one who infiltrated your operation?"

"Yes, that man." Shadow's voice turned icy. "He was sharp, relentless. Earned my trust, saved my life—only to betray me in the end."

His fingers traced the jagged scar running down his cheek, his expression twisting with bitter amusement.

"I had him cornered in the end. Took ten schoolchildren hostage, knowing he'd come for them. Watched as he walked right into the trap." Shadow's laugh was dark. "Burned him alive. Made sure the world remembered him as a drug lord, not some hero."

Nathaniel's hands clenched at his sides, his nails digging into his palms.

Shadow was talking about his father.

Theodore Sinclair had died a hero, but the world only remembered him as a criminal. Nathaniel had spent his life carrying that shame, that injustice.

Now, standing before the man responsible, he felt the weight of vengeance settle over him.

Reginald cleared his throat, forcing a smile. "That's all in the past. The man is dead."

Shadow's gaze lingered on Nathaniel. "You have his eyes."

Nathaniel arched a brow. "Do I?"

"Same fire. Same determination." Shadow's voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. "It's uncanny."

Nathaniel smirked. "But I'm not him."

Reginald clapped a hand on Nathaniel's shoulder. "Exactly. Nathaniel is my successor. I trust him with everything."

Shadow opened his mouth to respond—

Then, sirens wailed in the distance.

Two guards burst in, panic etched across their faces. "Police! They're surrounding the building!"

Shadow shot to his feet, his expression twisting with fury. "How? No one knew I was here!" His gaze snapped to Reginald and Nathaniel. "You."

His voice was deadly.

"You betrayed me."