Chapter 387: World will be always in chaos!!
Miles walked into the living room.
Monica was sitting on one of the couches with a tablet in her hands.
Her brows were slightly furrowed as she studied something carefully.
Miles immediately recognized that expression.
It was the look she made whenever she discovered something interesting.
He walked closer.
"Monica. What’s the matter?"
Monica looked up.
"The old mansion you asked me to check."
Miles sat down.
"What about it?"
Monica turned the tablet toward him.
"That property is located on the northern corner of Star Harbor."
Miles accepted the tablet.
"Show me."
The satellite image appeared on the screen.
A large estate stood among old trees.
Unlike what he expected, the property was not abandoned.
The gardens looked maintained.
The structure itself appeared intact.
Miles raised an eyebrow.
"This seems surprisingly well preserved."
Monica nodded.
"Exactly."
"Who lives there now?"
She opened another file.
"Apparently after the incident, the mansion was auctioned."
Miles quietly listened.
"The current owner is Dia Mason."
A photograph appeared on screen.
A woman in her early forties.
Elegant.
Composed.
Foreign features.
Miles studied the image.
"Daughter?"
Monica nodded.
"Her father was Kenelm Mason."
She scrolled further.
"One of the late investors of the Sterling Empire back then."
Miles leaned back.
"An investor?"
"Interesting."
His eyes moved back to the photograph.
"She doesn’t look local."
Monica nodded.
"They’re French."
"Records show they moved to Star Harbor shortly after the incident involving Uncle Edward."
Miles became thoughtful.
The timing felt strange.
Very strange.
"After the incident?"
"Yes."
Miles stared at the screen for several seconds.
The pieces did not fit together naturally.
Investors rarely moved entire families across continents for no reason.
Especially after a major business collapse.
"Sounds odd."
Monica nodded.
"I thought so too."
Miles returned the tablet.
"I’ll ask Grandpa about it later."
His expression softened.
"After he recovers a bit more."
"No need to stress him right now."
Monica agreed.
"That’s probably best."
"I’ll ask Charles to gather more information."
Miles nodded.
"Good."
Then he looked at her.
"Aren’t you tired?"
Monica blinked.
"What?"
"You’ve been working again."
Monica smiled sheepishly.
"I got curious."
Miles sighed dramatically.
"Don’t stress yourself, sister."
Monica raised her hands in surrender.
"Got it."
Just then footsteps approached.
Birdie entered the living room.
Beside her walked Silvey with a bag.
Miles immediately understood.
"Leaving already, Aunt Birdie?"
Birdie smiled.
"I’ll leave with Father later."
She glanced toward Silvey.
"She’s leaving."
Miles looked at Silvey.
"What’s wrong?"
"First you sent Layla away."
"Now you’re leaving too."
Silvey scratched her cheek awkwardly.
"Brother."
"You know there is a mountain of pending work waiting for me."
Miles sighed.
Silvey continued.
"Layla is handling everything alone."
"I can’t let her drown under paperwork."
"Someone has to prevent a backlog."
Miles nodded reluctantly.
Work was work.
He understood that better than anyone.
"Fine."
"Did you see Mom?"
Silvey immediately smiled.
"Yes."
"She is really enjoying spending time with Sister in Law."
"Like mother and daughter."
Miles placed a hand over his heart.
"I am jealous."
Birdie burst out laughing.
Monica covered her mouth.
Even Silvey laughed.
Miles looked offended.
"No one is taking my side?"
"Really?"
Birdie shook her head while smiling.
"You sound like a child."
"Maybe because I am being replaced."
The room filled with laughter again.
Silvey adjusted her bag.
"Well."
"I should go."
"Mom, Dad and Grandpa will stay a little longer."
Miles nodded.
"Don’t worry about them."
Silvey looked relieved.
"Thanks."
She turned toward Monica.
"Take care, sister."
"You too."
Then she hugged Birdie.
"Bye Mom."
"Take care."
Birdie gently patted her shoulder.
"You too."
"And eat on time."
A few moments later Silvey left the villa.
Everyone watched her car disappear through the gates.
Birdie smiled softly.
"She has become such a good girl."
Miles nodded.
"She really has."
Then he looked around.
"Where is Uncle?"
Birdie immediately understood.
"David?"
Miles nodded.
"He went into the city."
"Something about checking the office."
Then she suddenly remembered something.
"Oh right."
"Father asked whether you’ve opened his wedding gift."
Miles blinked.
The mountain of wedding presents immediately appeared in his mind.
Between the wedding and Timothy’s recovery, he had almost forgotten.
"Right."
"Everyone has been busy since morning."
He thought for a moment.
"Let’s open them tonight."
Monica smiled.
"Waiting for Hope and Asher?"
"Of course."
Miles nodded seriously.
"They’ll hate me if I start without them."
Monica immediately imagined the twins finding out.
She laughed.
"I can absolutely see that happening."
Birdie chuckled.
"They’ll probably hold a trial."
Miles pointed.
"Exactly."
The conversation continued for a while before everyone returned to their tasks.
A short time later Miles entered the study room.
The room was quiet.
Sunlight streamed through the large windows.
A stack of documents sat neatly on the desk.
At the top rested the approval papers Nicholas had given him.
The Formula One project.
Their old dream.
Miles sat down.
His fingers moved through the pages.
A smile appeared.
"He really did it."
The approval signatures were genuine.
The permits were real.
Years of planning.
Years of discussions.
And somehow Nicholas had actually pushed it through.
Miles continued flipping through the documents.
Then something slipped free.
A small envelope fell onto the floor.
His eyes narrowed.
"Hmm?"
He picked it up.
The envelope was plain.
Simple.
No official markings.
Only a few handwritten words.
From the President.
Miles’ expression changed instantly.
He carefully opened it.
Inside was a printed letter.
The first line immediately caught his attention.
"Cannot send this through other channels."
"They are being watched."
"After reading, burn this down."
"Only you can help everyone."
Miles sat upright.
His eyes moved across the page.
The further he read, the more serious his expression became.
The smile disappeared.
His brows tightened.
His fingers unconsciously gripped the paper harder.
By the end of the letter, his face had completely changed.
The final lines stared back at him.
"If I am being watched, then other world leaders may be as well."
"Take care."
The room fell silent.
Miles slowly lowered the letter.
His thoughts raced.
For several moments he simply stared at the desk.
Then he exhaled.
"What was that..."
His voice was barely audible.
"They did everything under your nose all these years..."
He leaned back.
"And nobody found out."
His eyes darkened.
"How faulty is the system..."
A dangerous realization settled into his mind.
"Horizon Biotech."
"You played well."
Then another thought appeared.
A much more troubling one.
"Grandmaster..."
Miles looked toward the window.
"You still don’t know what’s coming."
Immediately he grabbed his phone.
The call connected.
"Boss."
Charles’ voice came through.
"We need to contact Thea."
There was a pause.
Then Charles answered.
"Unfortunately all communication channels she provided in the past are offline."
Miles frowned.
"She isn’t out of Horizon’s New York headquarters yet, is she?"
"No."
"We haven’t seen her."
"None of our surveillance cameras detected her leaving."
Charles paused.
"Either she escaped through transport vehicles."
"Or she is still inside."
Miles clenched his jaw.
"Damn."
Charles immediately noticed the tension.
"What’s wrong?"
Miles looked at the letter again.
His eyes hardened.
"Charles."
"Listen carefully."
"This is important."
"And it stays between us."
Charles instantly became serious.
"Understood."
Then Miles explained everything.
The letter.
The warning.
The contents.
Every detail.
Charles remained silent until the end.
When Miles finished, the line stayed quiet for several seconds.
Finally Charles spoke.
"That’s extremely serious."
"It is."
"Is Grandmaster aware?"
Miles shook his head even though Charles could not see him.
"I don’t think so."
"If he knew, he would’ve already moved."
Another silence followed.
Then Charles spoke again.
"I’ll arrange fresh investigators."
"Everything will be done quietly."
Miles nodded.
"Good."
"We can’t alert anyone."
"Understood."
Charles’ voice had become colder.
More focused.
"I’ll begin immediately."
The call ended.
Miles slowly lowered the phone.
Miles was still standing in the study when his phone suddenly buzzed.
The vibration pulled him out of his thoughts.
For a moment he looked at the screen.
Monica.
He adjusted his expression immediately, hiding the seriousness that had settled in his eyes after reading the President’s letter.
Then he answered.
"Say."
Monica’s voice came from the other side.
"Boss, Grandmaster is here."
Miles blinked.
"Oh."
A small smile appeared.
"I’ll come there."
The call ended.
Miles folded the letter carefully and locked it away before leaving the study.
As he walked through the hallway, he could already hear voices coming from the living room.
The atmosphere felt relaxed.
Comfortable.
Almost like a large family gathering.
When he entered, he immediately spotted Lucian sitting comfortably on one of the sofas.
Timothy sat opposite him while Gordon occupied the seat beside him.
The three older men seemed surprisingly engaged in conversation.
Miles smiled.
"You are late for the wedding."
Lucian looked toward him and laughed.
"My apologies."
"I got stuck with work."
He shrugged helplessly.
"My wife was here, wasn’t she?"
Miles nodded.
"She left this morning with Olivia."
Then he narrowed his eyes.
"Are you playing hide and seek with them?"
Gordon burst into laughter.
Even Timothy chuckled.
Lucian rubbed his forehead.
"Not intentionally."
"Things have been complicated lately."
Then his expression softened.
"I heard your grandfather woke up."
"So I came as quickly as possible."
Miles nodded.
The explanation sounded reasonable.
At least on the surface.
"Well, since you’re already here, Great Uncle, why don’t you stay a few days?"
Lucian smiled.
"That’s actually the plan."
His eyes briefly moved toward Timothy.
"I have many things to discuss with your grandfather."
Before Miles could reply, another voice entered the conversation.
"Uncle Lucian."
Everyone turned.
Elena had just entered the room.
A warm smile appeared on her face when she saw him.
Lucian stood slightly.
"Elena."
"I hope I’m not disturbing the family of the newlyweds."
Elena laughed.
"Are you joking, Uncle?"
"You are always welcome here."
Her smile remained bright.
"Let me bring you some tea and snacks."
Lucian nodded gratefully.
"Thank you."
As Elena headed toward the kitchen, Miles looked at the three older men again.
Something about the atmosphere felt unusual.
Not tense.
Not hostile.
Just... purposeful.
As if there was something important that needed to be discussed.
Miles slowly stood.
"Seems like there are things you want to say to Grandpa."
"I’ll be upstairs."
He pointed toward Timothy.
"Call me if you need anything."
Timothy nodded.
Lucian smiled.
"We’ll survive without you for a little while."
Miles chuckled and left.
The moment he disappeared from the room, Timothy looked at Lucian.
"How is he?"
Lucian’s expression softened.
"Your grandson?"
Timothy nodded.
Lucian smiled.
"One in a billion."
There was genuine admiration in his voice.
Timothy looked pleased.
"You played your part too."
Lucian shook his head.
"My part wasn’t that significant."
His gaze drifted toward the doorway where Miles had disappeared.
"I never thought he would survive all of that."
The memories clearly weighed heavily on him.
"But look at him now."
A faint smile appeared.
"Blood of the Sterlings, I suppose."
Timothy laughed quietly.
"Perhaps."
Meanwhile, Miles was already walking upstairs.
The corridor was quiet.
His thoughts immediately returned to Lucian.
"Something’s fishy."
He spoke softly to himself.
"What does he want with Grandpa?"
His brows furrowed.
"It didn’t look like he came here only because Grandpa woke up."
Miles continued walking.
"Well."
"I’ll find out eventually."
As he reached his room, another voice interrupted him.
"What are you mumbling about?"
Miles looked up.
Chloe was standing near the closet arranging clothes.
A few open suitcases still sat on the floor.
He smiled immediately.
"Nothing."
"We have guests."
Chloe looked curious.
"Who?"
"Olivia’s grandfather."
Recognition appeared on her face.
"Oh."
Miles nodded.
"He’s downstairs talking with Grandpa."
"We shouldn’t disturb them."
Chloe smiled.
"Okay."
Then she looked around proudly.
"So?"
Miles glanced at the organized room.
Everything looked neat.
Every shelf.
Every drawer.
Every corner.
"So everything is arranged?"
Chloe nodded enthusiastically.
"Yes."
"Mom helped me."
A warm smile appeared.
"I think I can remember where everything is now."
Miles laughed.
"That’s impressive."
"I know."
She crossed her arms proudly.
Miles sat down on the couch.
"Are you tired?"
Chloe shook her head.
"No."
"I’m actually enjoying this."
Miles smiled.
"I’m glad."
Then he leaned back against the couch.
The moment he relaxed, Chloe studied him carefully.
"You look tired."
"I’m fine."
"No."
She narrowed her eyes.
"Mental tired."
Miles looked away.
Which only confirmed her suspicion.
Without another word, Chloe walked behind the couch.
A moment later her hands settled on his shoulders.
Miles immediately felt gentle pressure.
His eyes widened slightly.
"A special massage?"
Chloe continued pressing his shoulders.
"Your shoulders are ridiculously hard."
Miles laughed.
"What does that even mean?"
"It means they feel sore all the time."
Her fingers continued moving.
"You carry too much tension."
Miles closed his eyes briefly.
The sensation was surprisingly relaxing.
Then he tilted his head back and looked up at her.
Holding her hands gently, he smiled.
"Sit with me."
Chloe rolled her eyes.
Still, she moved around the couch and sat beside him.
The moment she settled down, Miles shifted positions.
Then, without warning, he laid his head directly in her lap.
Chloe stared down at him.
"You are such a kid."
"Yes, I am."
She laughed.
"A big baby."
Miles looked completely unapologetic.
"Still your husband."
Chloe smiled.
Her fingers naturally found their way into his hair.
Slowly brushing through it.
The movement immediately relaxed him.
Miles sighed.
A satisfied sigh.
Chloe looked amused.
"You really are spoiled."
"Only around you."
The answer came instantly.
Chloe shook her head.
Then she continued playing with his hair.
For several minutes neither of them spoke.
The room remained peaceful.
Quiet.
Comfortable.
Finally Miles broke the silence.
"Shouldn’t we close the door?"
Chloe immediately looked down at him suspiciously.
"What for?"
Miles grinned.
Chloe pointed a finger at him.
"Don’t get your hopes up."
Miles dramatically sighed.
"My heart is broken."
"Good."
She continued playing with his hair.
Miles closed his eyes.
"I suddenly feel calm."
His voice had become softer.
"Peaceful."
Chloe’s expression also softened.
Then she asked quietly.
"So."
"What was troubling you?"
Miles opened one eye.
"The world is in chaos."
Chloe stared at him for several seconds.
Then she laughed.
"The world is always in chaos."
"What’s new?"
Miles blinked.
Then laughed as well.
"You are right."
He stared toward the ceiling.
"What’s new?"
"Old chaos settles."
"New chaos arrives."
He shook his head.
"The system remains faulty."
His voice became thoughtful.
"And maybe it always will."
Chloe listened quietly.
"If everything became perfect."
"The world would lose balance."
Chloe gently tapped his forehead.
"Whatever is bothering you."
"It will pass too."
Miles looked up at her.
Her eyes carried a quiet certainty.
"After all the bad things."
"We finally have something good."
Her fingers moved gently through his hair.
"Stay with me for a while."
"Before running off somewhere."
Miles smiled.
"I’m not leaving my wife."
"You shouldn’t."
"I won’t."
For a moment neither of them spoke.
Then suddenly Miles sat up.
An idea had appeared.
"Let’s go on a trip."
Chloe blinked.
"A trip?"
Miles nodded enthusiastically.
"After all our guests leave."
"Just you and me."
"No work."
"No meetings."
"No family obligations."
"No emergencies."
Chloe raised an eyebrow.
"That sounds impossible."
Miles laughed.
"Maybe."
Then he reached for her hand.
"But let’s try."
Chloe smiled.
A beautiful smile.
"Sounds romantic."
Miles squeezed her hand.
"Then let’s do it."