Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose) novel Chapter 703

The butler became flustered. "Young Master Jay, the grand old master is taking a break now. Why don't you wait for him here-"

Before the butler could finish speaking, Storm wheeled Jay over to Dylan's room and pushed the door open.

"Young Master Jay?” The butler stomped his foot in frustration.

Eight bodyguards were stationed outside Dylan’s room. When they spotted Jay approaching with a stern expression, they sensed that something was not quite right and rearranged themselves into two rows, blocking Jay’s way to the door.

Jay’s wheelchair came to a stop before them.

However, Jay had no mercy for them. The minute he raised his hand, Storm and Tempest immediately understood what he wanted.

There was a crackling burst of crossfire as Storm and Tempest worked quickly and efficiently. Within moments, all eight bodyguards lay paralyzed on the floor.

The bedroom door opened from within and Grand Old Master Ares' private assistant appeared. His eyes bulged in shock as he swept his cursory glance over Storm and Tempest when he saw all eight bodyguards

on the ground.

"Young Master Jay, the grand old master wants you to come in."

Grayson wheeled Jay into the room while Storm and Tempest followed behind.

Old Grand Master Ares was sitting up in bed, blinking sleepily.

In line with his aggressive nature, Jay straightforwardly questioned him, "Where's Angeline?"

Old Grand Master Ares yawned. His eyes, which had been bleary before, became sharp like an ice-cold, flesh-cutting knife when his gaze fell onto Jay.

"Jay, you've disappointed me so much."

Old Grand Master Ares' voice was coated over with frost as his shoulders shook from anger. "You question me, your grandfather, over a woman without any evidence? Is this how you repay your grandfather for all the years he spent nurturing you?"

"Who else could there be besides you?

"Did you check in the garage?"

Storm and Tempest nodded.

"What about the basement?”

Storm and Tempest continued nodding.

Jay's heart sank. If Angeline was not in the Ares household, where could she be?

Old Grand Master Ares spoke to the butler at the door." Young Master Jay has acted recklessly. You, get the whip."

The butler brought the whip over. It was made from hemp and was about as thick as a thumb.

The butler respectfully handed the thick hemp whip over to Grand Old Master Ares. Whip in hand, he got out of bed. The whip twirled and twisted itself around his hand.