Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover novel Chapter 952

Every time he interacted with her, he was always so kind. His eyes seemed to carry the weight of countless untold stories, yet the sense of justice and principle he exuded was undeniably genuine. He wasn't the type to live a life of crime or destruction.

Grant chuckled softly, “You don't really know Jeffery, do you? You think his silence and lack of words are signs of integrity? He was a killing machine, trained by the Blood Moon, the most notorious assassin organization of its time. His code name was Wolf, and among that group, he was the most skilled and ruthless.”

Chloe was beyond shocked. It all seemed too far-fetched. An assassin organization? A massacre? And from fifty years ago, no less. It was simply unbelievable.

Grant went on, “As for your second question, the Grevenberg family did have one survivor – my father.”

“My dad was being playful, hiding in the garden’s artificial hill, playing hide and seek with the servants that night. He fell asleep there, and when he woke up, the sky was ablaze, the courtyard littered with bodies. He saw a figure moving in the firelight, holding a bloodstained dagger with a crimson crescent moon on it.”

Something flickered in Chloe's mind. She murmured to herself, “A dagger with a crimson crescent moon?”

Grant let out a cold laugh, “Sounds familiar, doesn’t it? Because our mentor has one too.”

Chloe felt like her mind was being bombarded with too much information at once. Her head was filled with questions. “If our mentor and Jeffery conspired to wipe out the Grevenberg family for their fortune, why didn’t they prosper together? Why has our mentor lived like a vagabond all these years, obsessed with money? It doesn’t make sense.”

Her head throbbed as if it was going to burst. Grant continued, “Because our mentor still had a shred of conscience. He even claims the massacre was his doing alone, trying to clear Jeffery’s name. But my father saw it with his own eyes, and with him taking the Grevenberg family's fortune and heirlooms, no matter what, he is the executioner of my family’s massacre. I will make sure he pays for it in blood.”

Chloe felt dizzy and overwhelmed. She still couldn't accept it. It was as if her friend had completely changed. Their mentor harbored so many secrets. These revelations were too shocking, and she didn’t want to believe them. She was trying to find a flaw in Grant’s words. Chloe steadied herself, “Who is your father?”