Shock was evident in Ling Yan’s heart. Mr. Old Ross? Wasn’t this the man in charge of the distinguished family?

It was said that for nearly a decade, he had retreated behind the scenes, rarely making public appearances.

Ling Yan initially thought it was one of his sons who had invited him, but it turned out to be this important figure, which really surprised him greatly.

Although surprised, he faintly anticipated that this matter was extraordinary.

But what he did not expect was that the issue Mr. Old Ross brought up was so unexpectedly astonishing.

More than three hours later, Ling Yan exited the study, his face serene yet strange, his expression unreadable.

In the night breeze, he draped a coat over his shoulders and left in a car.

Upon returning to his lodging, Ling Xiu’s phone call came in a hurried rush, asking what had happened since he arrived in North America.

Was it about finding Third Young Master Jun’s whereabouts?

"No." Ling Yan lowered his gaze, his voice calm.

Ling Xiu, grinding his teeth, said: "Then I must also come to North America. I thought he was in the Triangle area, but he has escaped to North America. This time we must find him and avenge our grandfather."

His voice was full of irrepressible hate and recklessness.

Ling Yan’s face subtly changed, a flicker in his eyes, he ordered with a frown: "You are not allowed to come, I am here not just for him, I have important matters to take care of!"

"You’re busy with official duties, aren’t you? That’s perfect, you handle your affairs, and I will take care of finding him. I cannot let the man who killed our grandfather get away with it." Ling Xiu said with immense grief and sorrow in his tone.

"You can’t."

"Why?" Ling Xiu exclaimed with anger.

"Just listen to me, we will have our revenge sooner or later, but we need to keep our cool. You’re not young anymore, you shouldn’t be too extreme in your actions. Grandfather would also want you to become a composed person."

Ling Xiu naturally was unwilling, but was forcefully suppressed by Ling Yan.

After hanging up the phone, Ling Yan’s calm face became exceptionally solemn. He recalled the video Mr. Old Ross had given him in his study.

He never would have imagined that the person appearing in the video was Third Young Master Jun.

What he didn’t expect even more was that the real person he was supposed to meet this time was Third Young Master Jun, only that Third Young Master Jun couldn’t appear in person and had to ask Mr. Old Ross to give him the pre-recorded video.

But what was most unexpected was that in the video, Third Young Master Jun proposed to collaborate with him.

He almost thought he was hallucinating. Third Young Master Jun was their family’s enemy, who had killed their grandfather, yet had the audacity to propose collaboration.

Ling Yan found it utterly inconceivable, unsure whether to be sarcastic or to laugh.

However, Third Young Master Jun in the video was very serious, his attitude earnest and sincere, showing no signs of joking or scheming, even using a determined tone of plea.

Ling Yan was skeptical and very resistant; after all, no matter what, it was difficult for him to accept cooperating with a mortal enemy, the murderer of their grandfather!

But Mr. Old Ross spoke up, saying: "He knows you wouldn’t want to collaborate, so, he has proposed a deal."

Ling Yan scoffed sarcastically: "No terms can sway my resolve."

Even though he did not express his hatred as explicitly as Ling Xiu, it didn’t mean he didn’t hate Third Young Master Jun.

"He said, upon completion of the deed, he is willing to let you kill him personally. Does this term also not sway you?" An aged voice spoke these earth-shattering words with a calmness steady as Mount Tai, unruffled and serene.

Ling Yan’s pupils dilated in astonishment, disbelief arresting his breath.

"What did you say?"