It was almost midnight. "Tap," Dylan landed in front of a house and a convenience store that sold snacks and drinks at the end of the shopping street.

"Hmm... so this is Lena's grandma's house," Dylan muttered, looking at the house.

Then he saw a light on the second floor. Dylan teleported to the second-floor terrace and with his lock-picking skill he entered, then crept and stood in front of a door. He heard two people talking inside, which sounded like a bedroom.

"C.A.T.S., please tap the conversation inside and record it," Dylan instructed in his head. [Understood, sir.]

Dylan disappeared, then leaned against the wall right next to the bedroom door. He turned his head toward the door and listened to the conversation inside.

"Has Lena answered your call, Mark?" a woman asked.

"Not yet. Now we don't know where she is. I thought she was in this house at first. My mother doesn't know where she is either. She's really your daughter," Mark answered irritably.

"Hah... don't just blame me..."

"She's your daughter, with my father, Viola. Don't try to deny it now... you should be grateful I haven't divorced you, understand?" Mark replied, cutting off Viola, his wife.

Dylan, who was listening, was slightly surprised, then he continued to listen to the conversation inside.

"So what do you want with Lena? Last time you sold her to Jacob... now Jacob keeps bothering us, and you want to borrow from Karl to pay Jacob to keep quiet," Viola said irritably.

"Watch your mouth. I'm doing this for our new business. This time, I'm sure we can become billionaires. All I have to do is marry off Lena and his son so that his inheritance can be released if he has a family. Karl and I have already planned what to do with that money, understood?" Mark said.

Dylan immediately understood what Mark meant because Maya had once said the same thing about her grandfather's inheritance, and that's why she wanted to get pregnant with Dylan's child so her share of the inheritance could be released. After that, Dylan continued to listen to the conversation inside.

"Fine, you can do whatever you want with Lena, but please don't divorce me. It all happened because I was confused and wasn't thinking straight," Viola said.

"Then stop protesting about what I want to do with Lena. She's not my child. She's my much younger half-sister, and I don't want her in my family," Mark said angrily.

"Please don't bring up my past mistake again. I've never betrayed you since then and have stayed with you... so please... I'm not asking you to respect me, I'm not asking you to love me, but please don't divorce me," Viola pleaded.

"Okay, now shut up and keep helping me contact Lena. If necessary, go to her school on Monday to pick her up. I don't want to show up in front of her," Mark replied angrily.

"Alright, I'll go to her school on Monday," Viola replied resignedly.

"Good. Don't mess up. I'll help Karl find his wife's first son and second daughter. Once they are in our hands, they'll definitely give us their inheritance," Mark replied.

"Y-yes, my husband," Viola replied submissively.

"Once Karl's business is settled, then we'll deal with our own... Dad's assets are held by Mom... everything. She intends to give it all to Lena, including this shop and house... that's why I brought you here. So we have to move fast before my mother dies," Mark replied.

"I understand," Viola replied, bowing her head.

Dylan, listening to this, just shook his head, because with his ray vision skill, he could see that Mark and Viola were already in their early 50s or late 40s. They were middle-aged but still small-minded and wicked.

[Sir, disappear quickly.]

Dylan obeyed. He immediately used his vanish skill. Shortly after, a shadow flashed. Dylan's eyes widened as he saw an elderly woman suddenly appear in front of the door, her face livid with rage, her hands trembling as she reached to open the door. But before the grandmother could touch the doorknob, Dylan caught her hand. The grandmother turned around, and Dylan immediately put his index finger to his mouth.

The grandmother nodded, then motioned for Dylan to follow her downstairs. Of course, Dylan complied. The grandmother, who looked short and hunched, led Dylan into her room. Then she walked to her closet and opened it. She pressed a button inside the closet, and "Shhhk," the closet slid open. Dylan was immediately startled because behind the closet, a rack of weapons was visible, from carbines, various pistols, submachine guns, and sniper rifles.

"Come in, dear," the grandmother invited.

"Y-yes," Dylan replied.

Dylan went inside with the grandmother. Then the grandmother closed the closet again by pressing a red button inside the room. The air conditioning in the room immediately turned on when the door closed. Suddenly, the grandmother picked up a Beretta pistol and pointed it at Dylan, forcing Dylan to raise both his hands.

"Who are you? Why does your face look like Davis... or Bruno when he was young?" the grandmother asked.

"I-I'm sorry, Grandma. My name is Dylan. I'm Davis James's or Bruno Morgan's grandson... I'm Lena's friend," Dylan answered.

Hearing Dylan's answer, the grandmother's face changed to surprise. The pistol dropped from her hand, and Dylan quickly caught it.

"Y-you're Dylan? Davis's grandson? I-I know you," the grandmother stammered.

"Y-yes, Grandma. Are you Lena's grandmother?" Dylan asked.

"That's right. My name is Elenor. I am Lena's grandmother... is it true that Lena is at your place and... is pregnant with your child?" Elenor asked.

"Gasp," Dylan was startled. His face immediately flushed red, and he scratched the back of his head, though it didn't itch, but Elenor smiled and took a step closer to Dylan. She looked up at Dylan's face because Dylan was clearly much taller than her.

"Please take care of Lena. Now I can pass away peacefully because Lena has a new family. I was always worried that she would be alone in this world," Elenor said, smiling.

"Y-yes, I certainly will, Grandma," Dylan replied.

"That girl... she always said that she loved you... I often heard your name from her mouth. And to prove that she really loved you to Grandma, she was willing to get pregnant with your child even though she knew three of her other friends loved you too. It looks like she succeeded now," Elenor replied, smiling.

"Y-yes, Grandma... it looks that way, haha," Dylan replied nervously. "So Lena's goal in getting pregnant with my child was... she didn't want to make her grandmother worry," Dylan muttered in his head.

Dylan turned to look around the room, which looked like the arsenal of a secret hitman.

"What... what room is this, Grandma?" Dylan asked.

"This is Lena's grandfather's room. He was a retired hitman. He once chased your grandfather because he was assigned by the mafia, but they ended up becoming friends, haha," Elenor answered, looking sad as she reminisced about the past.

"Oh... I see. And does Lena know about this?" Dylan asked.

"Of course not... she also doesn't know that her grandfather is actually her father. Please keep all of this a secret from her," Elenor answered.

"Wait, Grandma, you know what those two upstairs were talking about?" Dylan asked.

"Of course I know, but since I've grown to love Lena so much, I don't make an issue of it. But that man, whom I used to call my son, wants to take advantage of Lena, and I almost went up there to deal with them and bury them behind the house," Elenor said.

"Gulp," Dylan swallowed hard after hearing Elenor's words. He realized that the grandmother in front of him was no ordinary grandmother, and now he understood why Lena could suddenly appear without him sensing her and hug him. It turned out Lena was a descendant of a hitman, even if she didn't know it.

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