The Retired Young Mercenary Is Secretly a Billionaire-Chapter 238: Powerful Families!!
The wind moved softly through the balcony as silence settled between them.
Miles remained standing for a long moment, his hands resting on the railing as he looked toward the distant skyline of Star Harbor.
The city looked peaceful.
Too peaceful.
Behind him, Edna quietly watched the young man who carried the blood of two powerful families and the weight of a broken past.
After a long pause, Miles finally spoke.
"I don’t really know what to say."
His voice was calm, but something deeper moved beneath it.
"When I first started going on missions in Graveyard..."
He slowly turned around.
"At the beginning it was just motivation."
"I wanted to prove I could do what I was trained for."
His eyes softened slightly as distant memories surfaced.
"I looked up to my senior comrades."
"I tried to become like them."
He let out a quiet breath.
"But after a while..."
"It became normal."
"Too normal."
He walked slowly back toward the table.
"I started wondering why I was even doing it."
His fingers lightly tapped the edge of the tea table.
"The people in Graveyard, few had lives outside."
"They had families."
"They had friends."
"They had real names."
A faint bitter smile appeared on his face.
"While I didn’t even have one."
He sat down again.
"But I still kept fighting."
"For the right people."
"For people who deserved it."
He leaned back slightly.
"At some point I started building businesses using the wealth I found."
"It was never really a profession."
"More like a hobby."
His eyes drifted toward the sky.
"But even then I kept asking myself..."
"What is my role in this world?"
"Am I just someone who kills and saves?"
His voice grew quieter.
"Until the day Graveyard told me something."
"That I had a family."
"In the outside world."
"A family that needed protection."
He fell silent again.
Then he looked down at the table.
"I don’t know, Grandma Edna."
Even though I trained my whole life to protect my family... I wasn’t there when my mother needed me the most."
He shook his head slowly.
"I don’t blame anyone."
"I was kidnapped after all."
"But..."
"I still regret not being here."
Edna listened carefully.
Her voice was gentle when she replied.
"We understand that, son."
She folded her hands calmly.
"But if anyone had discovered back then that you were alive..."
"It would have meant the end for everyone."
She looked at him with sincere regret.
"So we left you where you were."
"The safest place in the world for you at that time."
She lowered her eyes slightly.
"We are sorry."
Miles smiled faintly.
"I don’t blame you."
"You protected my grandfather."
"You honored his wishes."
"What more could I ask for?"
He nodded respectfully.
"Thank you."
"Thank you for everything."
He turned again toward the open sky.
For so long he had searched for answers.
Now he finally had them.
And with those answers came something else.
Purpose.
A very clear one.
The destruction of the Mordecai family.
After a moment Miles spoke again.
"So what is this ninja training in your family?"
Edna laughed softly.
"You mean Olivia?"
"She has been like that since childhood."
"She grew up under Lucian’s guidance."
Miles looked at her.
"Really?"
"Yes."
Edna nodded.
"He is a master martial artist."
"People in certain circles call him the Grandmaster."
Miles’ eyes sharpened slightly.
"Grandmaster."
"So he is the one."
Edna tilted her head.
He thought for a moment.
"But she introduced herself as Olivia Pierce."
Edna smiled.
"That is correct."
"Pierce was her father’s surname before he married into the Winslow family."
"She couldn’t reveal her real surname to you, could she?"
Miles chuckled lightly.
"You are right."
He shook his head with disbelief.
"I still cannot believe my grandmother came from the Winslow family."
Edna’s eyes softened.
"She was very dear to me."
Miles stood up again.
His voice was firm now.
"Don’t worry."
"The Mordecai family will face a disaster this time."
"I will find the Grandmaster."
His expression hardened.
"The internal matters of the Sterling family have stayed hidden until now."
"But that will not last much longer."
"It won’t take long before someone opens their mouth about Kyle and Chester."
He exhaled slowly.
"My name is no longer hidden."
His eyes turned cold.
"So before they find me..."
"I will find them."
He turned toward Edna and bowed his head slightly.
"Thank you for everything today."
"And remember this."
"If you ever need me..."
"I will be there."
He smiled faintly.
"That is the promise of Ghost."
With that, Miles walked inside the room and headed downstairs.
In the living room Olivia was sitting on the couch playing with her cat, Noodle.
The cat rolled lazily in her lap while she scratched its head.
Miles stepped into the room.
"So."
"Your mission is finished."
"Are you going back now?"
Olivia shook her head casually.
"Nope."
She stretched comfortably.
"Grandma gave me this house."
"And I like this city."
"The breeze."
"The beaches."
"The food."
She smiled.
"I originally thought this would be temporary."
"But being a university professor is not a bad life."
She glanced toward the window.
"And the best part?"
"I have great neighbors."
Miles chuckled.
"Good luck then."
"If you ever need me..."
"Just ring the doorbell."
Olivia smiled.
"Sure."
Miles bent slightly toward the cat.
"See you, Noodle."
The cat lifted its head.
"Meow."
Miles smiled.
Then he walked out of the house.
The moment he stepped outside...
His expression changed completely.
The calm warmth disappeared.
Cold rage replaced it.
The aura around him felt different.
Heavy.
Dangerous.
A faint bloodlust radiated from his presence.
Ghost had returned.
Miles pulled out his phone and dialed.
"Monica."
The call connected instantly.
"Boss?"
Her voice carried concern.
"You alright?"
Miles spoke in a low voice.
"I want everything on the Mordecai family."
"Every detail."
"How many members."
"Where they live."
"Their businesses."
"Their clients."
"Their partners."
"Everything."
Monica paused.
"The Mordecai family?"
Miles’ voice turned colder.
"Yes."
A brief silence followed.
Then he said calmly.
"Starting today..."
"We are declaring war on them."
On the other side of the call, Monica felt something she had not felt in along time.
The tone in Miles’ voice.
It was the same voice he had during his days in Graveyard.
The return of Ghost.
"I’m on it, boss."
Miles nodded.
"Thanks."
His voice softened slightly.
"I’m going to pick up Hope and Asher from school."
The call ended.
Monica slowly lowered her phone.
She leaned back in her chair.
"That should calm him down."
....
That evening the Pearl Villa was quiet.
At the dining table, Hope and Asher sat with their notebooks spread open.
Pencils moved slowly across the pages.
Hope frowned at a math question.
Asher leaned sideways, trying to peek at her answers.
"Stop looking."
Hope nudged him.
"I am not."
"You are cheating."
"I am not cheating."
Miles glanced over from the couch and spoke calmly.
"Asher."
The boy immediately straightened.
"Yes big bro."
"Do your own work."
"Yes big bro."
Hope smirked proudly and returned to her notebook.
Across the living room, Miles and Silvey sat on the couch quietly talking.
The house felt calm.
Almost peaceful.
Monica was still at the office handling work.
Silvey studied Miles carefully.
"You good?"
Miles leaned back slightly.
"Yeah."
"I’m fine."
Silvey tilted her head.
"You can tell me if something is bothering you."
Miles thought for a moment before answering.
"Have you ever met Kyle’s maternal family?"
Silvey blinked.
"The Mordecai family?"
Miles nodded.
Silvey leaned back.
"I never met them personally."
"But I heard about them."
She thought for a moment.
"Grandpa once said that after their daughter Marlove Mordecai died..."
"...most of the business partnerships between the families slowly ended."
She crossed her arms thoughtfully.
"They never contacted us again after that."
"But they still maintained connections with Kyle."
Silvey looked back at Miles.
"Why are you asking?"
Miles’ expression remained calm.
"I just learned something today."
Silvey waited.
Miles spoke quietly.
"It seems I have a personal vendetta with them."
"They are my enemies."
Silvey’s brows lifted slightly.
"That sounds serious."
Miles gave a small cold smile.
"It won’t take long before they discover my involvement in Kyle and Chester’s disappearance."
Silvey exhaled slowly.
"That is a very serious situation."
She looked directly at him.
"The Mordecai family is not a good enemy to have."
Miles’ eyes turned cold.
"They started it."
"And soon they will realize they chose the wrong enemy."
At that moment Miles’ phone began ringing.
He picked it up.
"Yes."
On the other side June’s voice spoke quickly.
"Boss."
"The court has scheduled the trial."
Miles sat upright slightly.
"When?"
"In three days."
"And it will be broadcast live."
"The entire country will be watching."
Miles smiled faintly.
"That makes things more interesting."
He leaned back comfortably.
"Ask Singh to meet me tomorrow."
"He will represent ACE Finances in court."
June replied immediately.
"Understood boss."
The call ended.
Silvey looked at him curiously.
"What was that about?"
Miles placed the phone down.
"The trial."
"In three days."
"And the whole Country will be watching."
Silvey smiled slightly.
"Looks like things are getting exciting."
Miles nodded calmly.
"Yes."
....
Far away in Citadel City.
The night had already fallen over the vast Sterling Estate.
Inside a quiet study room, Gordon Sterling stood beside the large window looking out toward the dark gardens.
His phone rang.
He answered slowly.
"I never thought you would call me after everything that happened."
A man’s voice came from the other side.
"Who would want to talk to you unless it concerns my nephew, I have been trying to reach him for so long now."
Gordon’s expression hardened.
"What about your nephew?"
"He abandoned a perfectly stable business empire."
"And ran away with his cowardly father."
The voice on the other end immediately responded angrily.
"What?? You are lying."
"He would never do that."
Gordon chuckled coldly.
"Believe whatever you want."
"It will not change reality."
His tone turned serious.
"You should take care of your own affairs."
"And stop interfering in Sterling family matters."
His voice lowered.
"And if you do not recall the men you sent into my city..."
"...I will make sure none of them ever return."
Without waiting for a response Gordon ended the call.
He took a deep breath.
Then he pressed another button on the phone.
"Joy."
A calm voice responded.
"Yes Mr. Gordon."
Gordon’s eyes remained fixed on the dark garden outside.
"Make an announcement to the entire family."
His tone became firm.
"If anyone communicates with the Mordecai family..."
"...it will be considered an act of betrayal."
"Such a person will be immediately expelled from the Sterling family."
He paused briefly.
"These are my orders."
Joy answered respectfully.
"As you wish, sir."
The storm between the two powerful families had already begun to move.
