His Unveiled Passion

Chapter 360 The light flickered overhead, casting shadows in the prison.

James stared at Stephen, his eyes filled with malice. "Look what the cat brought in. Mr. Jacobson, what brings you here?" James' head and arms were wrapped in bandages as he had been severely injured after he attempted to assassinate Stephen. He had executed his plan with the full intention of dying that day.

He had placed a spy by Stephen's side. So, when his spy sent him that message, he knew right then that he was done for.

Seyson's term had ended, and the public was filled with nothing but resentment toward him. Thus, it was impossible for Seyson to be re-elected as prminister.

Once Ensa cto power, she would undoubtedly unite various forces just to get rid of Seyson.

When James received the news, he began to plot, intending to fake his death. Then, he secretly fled to Orkford with only one purpose in mind. He would die trying to drag Stephen to hell.

Liam tried to persuade him against his plan. He said James could use this opportunity to change his identity and live out his remaining years in hiding.

James merely laughed at him, his eyes flashing with disdain. "Do I look like a coward to you?" His narrowed eyes gleamed dangerously as he drawled, "Since Stephen wantsdead, then I'll just have to drag him down with me." James managed to grow into power rapidly in recent years because of Seyson. Seyson's favor and backing had been his golden ticket to success.

James was involved in shady dealings, so committing crimes was pretty much his bread and butter. After all, there was a reason why people would claim that the most profitable trades were mostly illicit business deals. One could even say that James was a living proof of that claim.

Seyson had always been a thorn in Stephen's side before the former's downfall. The former prminister would hinder Stephen from taking James down.

It didn't matter just how powerful Stephen was in Rivertown, as he couldn't exactly afford to go head-to-head with Arcton's prminister.

Plus, he would never fall to the temptation of hiring an assassin to eliminate Seyson, no matter how tempting it was.

In truth, Stephen had been secretly lending Ensa a hand in congregating her power ever since James returned to Orkford last year.

That was the true reason why James would put a hit on Stephen in Arcton.

"What's the matter? Letguess-Caleb's not doing too hot, is he?" James' eyes glinted as he smirked. Stephen remained calm. His cold gaze lingered on James' pathetic figure before saying frostily, "You ordered Jacqueline to poison him." He sounded so sure of it. Stephen was so confident that the words that cout of his mouth beca statement. It wasn't even a question.

James arched his brow slightly as he blinked playfully. Then, he mused, "Did I really do that? Gosh, I can't remember." Stephen wasn't fazed by James' lack of cooperation. Instead, he slowly drew out a picture from his folder. "Do you remember this place?" Then, he slid the picture across the table, allowing James to take a closer look at it.

James, who had been so playful earlier, immediately dropped the act. His expression turned dark, gritting his teeth as he barked, "Stephen!" He spat Stephen's nout as though he wanted nothing more than to tear Stephen apart.

Stephen leaned against his chair. "Present and accounted for." "What did you do to my mother's graveyard?" James' eyes were bloodshot now, his veins bulging due to his rage.

Stephen curled his lips into a smirk. "And here I thought you were heartless. Turns out there is something you care about or someone, if I were to be exact." "What did you do to my mother's grave?" James looked as though he was one wrong word away from pouncing on Stephen.

"I didn't do anything. I just thought the weather was pretty nice that day, and I figured your mother would love to bask in the sun once more," Stephen remarked dispassionately, his tone unnaturally casual.

Then, he continued, "It was a massive cemetery. I genuinely thought she had been buried there, so imagine my surprise when I found it empty." His voice was light. It was as if he wasn't talking about desecrating someone else's grave, but merely discussing the weather.

James instantly lost it. He suddenly lunged forward, throwing himself at Stephen.

Unfortunately for him, the prison guards were quick to act, pinning him down before he could even touch a hair on Stephen's head.

"Stephen, I'll kill you!" James roared, his eyes bloodshot.

Stephen clapped his hands. Soon, Lawrence walked in, holding a black urn in his arms.

"Mr. Jacobson," Lawrence said in greeting.

Stephen hummed in acknowledgement.

James snapped when he saw the all-too-familiar urn.

He howled at Stephen like a madman as pure hatred flared to life in his eyes. If looks could kill, Stephen would be six feet under.

"I'll give you one last chance," Stephen offered languidly. He didn't even flinch in his seat as he crossed his legs leisurely. "Tellthe truth behind Caleb's poisoning, and I'll leave your mother's ashes alone." "Stephen, I'll kill you!" James struggled against the prison guards' unrelenting grip, trying his hardest to attack Stephen.

Stephen merely smiled at his threat before slowly getting on his feet. Then, he abruptly kicked James hard in the stomach.

Although James worked out and had solid abs, Stephen had put nearly all his strength into that kick. So, it didn't matter how tough James was, as Stephen had most likely injured him internally.

James fell silent. He didn't cry out in pain. Instead, he only furrowed his brow.

"Are you done thinking it over?" Stephen was starting to get impatient.

After a beat, James looked at Stephen straight in the eye and stated coldly, "You're right. I ordered Jacqueline to poison Caleb.

Jacqueline refused to do it. Acol ned she said she'd only do it if Tessa dies." sŵ

Stephen's gaze sharpened as all color drained from his face when? James Words registered in his mind.

James didn't choose to target Tessa just to cause him pain. In reality, it had been simply part of his deal with Jacqueline.

James cackled when he caught sight of the pained look on Stephen's face. "Didn't see that coming, did you, Stephen? The sister you've doted on not only covets you, but she also wants the woman you love dead! You're pathetic Stephen lowered his gaze, hiding the roiling emotions in his eyes.

After a while, he finally met James' gaze. His voice was biting and cold as he said, "Very well." Then, he shot a look at Lawrence.

Lawrence immediately knew what Stephen was getting at and promptly ve smashed the urn against the ground. "No!" James screamed, the despair in his eyes evident.

The urn shattered, and the ashes within were scattered across the prison floor.

James' eyes turned crimson as his face twisted with fury and hatred.

Stephen loomed over James, m gomed over watching James writhe in agony. The sight of James finally brought to his knees gave him a sense of satisfaction. Once Stephen was done admiring his handiwork, he ordered Lawrence to clean things up.

James could only watch helplessly as Amara's ashes were tossed into the trash.