EuropeNovelAfter making up his mind, Jovian no longer hesitated. He instructed the driver to make a U-turn and head straight
to the meeting place.
The meeting location was in a restaurant not far from the castle. It was only a ten-minute drive from where they
had turned back.
When Jovian and Boston walked inside, they found the place nearly empty. There were no guests in sight, just a
few receptionists. It looked like the restaurant had been cleared out just for them.
“Sir, please follow me. Sir Prescott is waiting for you upstairs,” the restaurant owner personally greeted them
and led them to a private room on the second floor.
Warrick, Huxley, and Percival were leisurely drinking tea inside the room. The three chatted and laughed, but
their conversation stopped the moment Jovian and Boston entered. All three turned their attention to Jovian.
They were quite curious about him. He had been privately invited by Austin and even stayed for dinner at the
castle. It was a privilege none of them had ever received. However, upon seeing Jovian in person, the three were
somewhat disappointed.
Jovian was of average height and had an unremarkable appearance-nothing about him stood out at first glance.
But there was something about the way he carried himself. Back straight, shoulders squared -he looked like a
man who didn’t bow to pressure.
“You're here. Sit down,” Warrick said dryly as he gave Jovian a once-over.
He didn’t stand or offer a greeting. Instead, he remained seated with an air of complete indifference. It felt less
like a dinner invitation and more like a superior addressing a subordinate. He gave off an air of cool detachment.
Huxley and Percival wore similar expressions, like Jovian wasn’t worth acknowledging. It seemed like they were
purposely trying to show who was in charge.
Boston noticed the power play and frowned slightly, but he didn’t dare voice his frustration. Instead, he forced a
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“Sir Prescott, this is the third son of the Ballard family, Jovian Ballard. As soon as he heard you wanted to meet
for a midnight snack, he rushed over without hesitation,” Boston said, trying to smooth things over.
He subtly hinted that Jovian had cto honor their invitation, so it would only be polite for them to return the
favor with a little courtesy.
“Okay. This doesn’t concern you anymore. You can leave now.” Warrick waved him off like he was nothing more
than an annoyance.
A low-ranking assistant general with no power or influence had no place in their conversation.
“Sir Prescott, this...” Boston glanced around and looked uneasy.
It was one thing to talk in public, but being shut out behind closed doors was another matter entirely. Without
him accompanying Jovian, there was no telling if the latter could handle the three “old foxes”.
If anything went wrong, Boston would have to answer for it-not just to the Ballard family, but also to Austin.
“What's wrong? My orders don’t count anymore? Do | need to repeat myself?” Warrick shot him a cold, impatient
look.
“Since when did a mere assistant general get so arrogant that he think he can defy Mr. Prescott’s orders? Do you
have a death wish?” Percival suddenly chimed in.
“Boston, you can wait outside. I'll talk to these gentlemen. With their status, I'm sure they won't make things
difficult for me,” Jovian said with a smile.
Boston nodded reluctantly. “Okay. I'll wait outside.”
Before leaving, he discreetly glanced at Jovian and signaled him to stay alert. The two had already agreed that
they would immediately notify Austin for help if anything happened. Since the castle was nearby, the backup
could cquickly.
As the door to the private room closed, the atmosphere becmore tense. But Jovian seemed unfazed and sat
across from Warrick, Huxley, and Percival.
His calm demeanor made the three men uneasy. Was his boldness a sign of reckless confidence or just plain
arrogance?
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“I heard you went to the castle today,” Warrick said.
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