"Sacred Lord, do you believe that I have never betrayed you?"
Ian Jorden lifted his head and asked in return.
"You're still alive now. Doesn't asking such a question make you look foolish?" Julius Reed narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the resurrected old friend before him.
He truly didn't know whether to be happy or sad.
Between Ian Jorden's betrayal and his actual death, Julius Reed would rather Ian Jorden truly be dead.
If Ian Jorden had betrayed him, Julius Reed wouldn't hesitate to kill him.
"Indeed. Your methods have always been cold-blooded." Ian Jorden chuckled self-deprecatingly, immediately resuming a respectful demeanor. "I faked my death; it was Isabella Warm's arrangement."
"That massive tomb of Ian Jorden at Demarco Mount still stands! If you don't mind, I can let you truly lie in it," Julius Reed leaned back in his chair and said nonchalantly.
Sooner or later, he would return to Demarco Mount!
