Chapter 183 New Blood Replaces the Old

• “Where?” Blood Moon snapped to attention. “West Mountain Cemetery!” Sebastian Jenkins narrowed his eyes and said, “Today is Old Mr. Anson’s ninetieth memorial. The Ansons are heading to the cemetery to pay respects, offer incense, and hold a gathering.” “Damon King is the Ansons’ ex-son-in-law. Word is, Old Mr. Anson treated him well while he was alive. Plus, Anya Anson is with him, and she’s an Anson daughter. They’ll be there to honor Old Mr. Anson too.” “A graveyard, huh?” Blood Moon chuckled. “Straight to the finish line. Saves trouble. Perfect chance—let’s do it today.” He pushed the pace. Guided by Sebastian, he sped ahead to the cemetery. At West Mountain Cemetery, he parked someplace low-key. Blood Moon stepped out, took in the modest-sized yet upscale grounds, and the corner of his mouth tugged into a cold smile. “Mr. Jenkins, when are you making your move?” Sebastian was itching. “No rush. A place like this is ideal. The moment the target shows, he’s not getting away.” Blood Moon sounded cocky. “Mr. Jenkins, go do your thing.” He strode forward, black trench coat snapping in the wind, presence sharp as a blade. Watching Blood Moon disappear among the stone markers, Sebastian’s pulse kicked hard. Young Master Yuan was right—let pros handle pro work. This time, that loser Damon King was doomed. He tamped down his excitement, straightened his collar, and walked to the cemetery gate to wait. Moments later, several cars pulled in and stopped. Dozens from the Ansons piled out. “Sebastian, you’re already here!” Delilah Rochester greeted him, then frowned. “You drove? I don’t see your car.” He’d been tailing Damon with Blood Moon, so he hadn’t brought his own ride. He smiled and explained, “Mom, didn’t feel like driving today, so I grabbed a cab.” Thinking about the mysterious Blood Moon taking Damon out any minute, he felt great. The next moment, not so great. Delilah said with a bright grin, “Sebastian, Summer told you, right? Yvonne brought a boyfriend home. He’s the eldest son of the bells family in Jinling, and he drove a Lamborghini worth more than 12 million.” Sebastian’s mouth twitched. He forced a smile. “That kid’s pretty amazing. First time through the door, he gave your dad and me tons of pricey gifts—Rolex gold watch, century-old ginseng, imported cosmetics, a Louis Vuitton bag…” Delilah kept going, “Oh, and top-grade Da Hong Pao—thousands per ounce. He sent several pounds. Come over for tea after this.” Listening to her brag, Sebastian felt like he’d swallowed a fly. Mentioning Yvonne made him think of her running circles around him last time, making a scene at Villa No. 1. His mood soured. He’d been ripped off for 150 thousand, and Yvonne came back without a peep—he only found out now. Even Anya hadn’t mentioned it. What did that make him? And with the whole Ansons clan here, his mother-in-law was loudly bragging about the new son-in-law, slapping the “old” one in the face. Clear as day—they thought he wasn’t as rich as Jinling’s eldest son, didn’t have the status, and his gifts weren’t worth as much. Sebastian’s face went stiff. Delilah didn’t care, kept talking: “They’ll be here soon. Everyone wait a bit. My Yvonne’s boyfriend is driving his Lamborghini over.” Her voice was pitched way higher than usual. So he had to stand around and wait for that little witch Yvonne? Rage coiled in Sebastian’s gut. He thought, just wait—once Damon’s gone, I’m tight with Young Master Yuan, we’ll be rolling in it. Let’s see how the Ansons talk then. He swallowed his anger, but the Ansons swarmed Delilah, chattering nonstop. “Oh wow, Second Sister-in-law, is that true? You’re blessed!” “Yeah. Summer married Big Sebastian, and now Yvonne snagged a rich heir. You’ll live the good life forever.” “Whoa, Second Aunt, your new son-in-law’s something else. A Rolex gold watch? Isn’t that worth hundreds of thousands? Is it the one Second Uncle’s wearing?” “…” Flattery crashed like waves. Even Silas Anson got boxed in while the snobs craned to stare at the Rolex on his wrist. “First time for the new son-in-law—we should wait for him.” “Fresh flowers have their auspicious time, sure, but a son-in-law with that kind of pull? The old man downstairs won’t hold it against us.” “The eldest son from the bells family in Jinling? Of course we wait. Second Aunt, how rich is your future son-in-law’s family?” “…” Hearing all that bootlicking, Sebastian felt suffocated. He turned—and spotted Anya standing outside the cemetery gate, gazing off at nothing. He stormed over and demanded, “Yvonne’s back—why didn’t you tell me?” Anya pulled her gaze back, voice flat. “Forgot.” Two simple words made Sebastian itch to slap her. After that night of violence, their marriage had clearly cracked. She’d been staying at her parents’ place, so things eased a little. And he still depended on the Ansons’ tie to Old Mr. Chen, so he had to eat the blame. He drew a deep breath, pressed down his mood, and forced a grin: “Anya, Young Master Yuan gave me a project. Pure profit should be one and a half million. The contract’s at home.” “Once that project’s done, we can buy whatever we want, and we’ll get your parents something fancy.” Hearing that, Anya’s face softened. But thinking about yesterday’s date with Yuan Liangping, a ripple stirred inside her. They hadn’t done anything wild, but Yuan’s manners and polish stuck with her—and left her feeling wistful. More than once, she’d thought, if only she could marry Young Master Yuan. Yesterday, he’d gifted her a gorgeous evening gown and said he’d host a banquet in a few days. He hoped she could come, a make-up for her missing the last auction. If not for a sliver of restraint, she would’ve gone to his hotel last night. Lost in thought, she heard Sebastian ask again, “So what’s Yvonne’s boyfriend’s background?” “His name’s Zhong Hao, eldest son of the bells family in Jinling.” Anya said, “Their family owns a big pharmacy, with serious assets and connections. Don’t be mad at Yvonne. Be nice to Zhong Hao.” “Got it.” Sebastian was annoyed, but he smiled anyway. “Future brother-in-law’s a rich heir. We’ll catch some of that shine.” Anya used to say stuff like that, but now it grated. What she wanted was others catching her shine—fawning over her, making her the star. If she had that, she could take Sebastian’s beatings every day without complaint. As they spoke, a Mercedes rolled in.