Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose) novel Chapter 913

Like his mother, Cole's irises were onyx and deep. His pupils also shimmered like the brightest stars in an otherwise endless and void-like sky.

Both of them had fair, smooth, and flawless skin. It was almost as if they had emerged from a milk bath.

His mother was indeed once an enchanting woman.

Cole’s appearance also seemed to have a touch of feminine beauty to it.

Not to mention another similarity the two shared-they were both Yorks! 1

“Let's return, Finn." Jay suppressed the surge of emotions within his chest.

Returning to Tourmaline Estate, Jay locked himself in the study again and began to draft blueprints of the two rings.

Then, he handed them to Finn with an instruction." This should be Doomsday Organization's insignia if I’m not wrong. Have someone work on it overnight. Have the rest of Ghost wear one each and you should b e safe."

Finn parted his lips. "What about you, Mr. President?"

A dark shadow cast over Jay’s chiseled features." From what I've read up about this Doomsday Organization these few days, I can conclude that this

act of revenge would never end without the Ares family paying a hefty price. That's just the way they work, Finn. So let all this hate and revenge end with m e."

Finn stared at the calendar on the wall. There were only three days left before death came knocking at their doors.

Jay stood from the chair, his head held high like a king in the night. There was a ferocious and domineering aura oozing from him. "I should begin the final preparations for the estate."

Jay made his way to Chateau de Selene. Seeing him, the grand old master huffed and turned away, ignoring him.

Grand Old Master had never once looked at him with anything but a long face ever since his ignorant decision to return to Tourmaline Estate.

Jay bent down in front of Grand Old Master and smiled. "How long more are you planning to hold it against me? There are only three days left until we die and part ways. We'll be reincarnated as different people with no memory of each other. Our paths may never cross again. Won't you take these last few days t o teach your grandson a little more about life?"

Jay replied, "Let's not waste time on such nonconstructive topics, shall we, Grandfather? I came here to discuss countermeasures against Doomsday Organization.”

Grand Old Master shook his head vigorously. "Forget i t. Death is the only option."

Jay turned to look at the guard barrack not too far away. "If it is as you say, Grandfather, that death is the only option, then why won’t you have them stay and die with you at Tourmaline Estate?"

The grand old master’s eyes flashed with guilt.

"I really can’t hide anything from you."

Collecting himself, the grand old master began to discuss with Jay in all seriousness. "Doomsday likes using biochemical weapons when they slaughter, Jay. I suppose you could call it a silver lining, but the Ares family has come to understand a part of such weaponry during your mother’s stay at Tourmaline Estate. I’ve made a tank strong enough to withhold such biochemical weapons and I’d like you to drive it that day."

Jay brushed him off with a perfunctory agreement." Sure. I've had a professor in senior cosmetics at the Legendary Youth Academy prepare a few scapegoats who have similar body shapes to you as well. All you'll have to do is wait patiently in the Underground Palace. Although you'll need to wait in hunger for help to arrive two days later."