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Shadows of Destiny: A Tale of Liberation

Chapter 596
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Chapter 596

Upon seeing Renee's reaction, Francine's eyes brightened. She excitedly pulled Renee's hand and asked, "Did you

think of something? Tell me, quick!"

"I knew my son wouldn't die so easily. I knew he left clues for you!"

Renee shook her head. Her helpless expression seemed sincere. "He didn't leave me any clues, but if even you, his

mother, can't be sure if he's dead, then I'm even more uncertain... At least, so far, I've only learned about his death

from other people."

"Since you've already chosen a grave for him, surely you must know where his corpse is?"

Francine's bloodshot eyes were sad as she said, "Stefan's father said he had an accident and had died in the

hospital. Apparently, the way he died was horrible. His father was worried that I might not be able to take it if I saw

him, so he was cremated overnight. We chose the grave together, but I still don't believe that he's dead. I think they

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must be planning something in secret, so I turned a blind eye and went along with their acting..."

"But now, the H Group is in chaos, and I heard lots of rumors slandering my son. The most terrifying thing is that

the H Group will be taken away by a useless relative tomorrow. The company is the result of generations of hard

work, especially by Stefan. He sacrificed so much for the H Group. If he's still alive, he wouldn't just watch as

something he values gets taken away."

At that moment, Jovan slowly walked out of the room and stood in the center of the rotating staircase with his

hands in his pockets. He looked down at Renee and Francine like a king.

"Useless relative?"

The man's lips curled into a mocking sneer, "After all these years, your words are still so sharp, Auntie Francine.

They hurt me so."

"Jovan?"

Francine immediately put away her sadness and put on a cold and proud expression. She yelled, "This is my son's

house. What are you doing here? You're an illegitimate son of unknown origin. You're trash. You don't deserve to be

here. SCRAM!"

Renee was shocked when she heard that.

Tsk tsk, her ex-mother-in-law sure had a toxic mouth. She had no filter at all.

She wondered if Jovan would assassinate Francine the next day. After all, Jovan could get really reckless when he

was crazy!

Renee thought Jovan would instantly lose his temper when he heard those insulting words, but he did not react at

all. His smile even deepened.

As an illegitimate child who grew up in the Hunt family, he was probably immune to these insults by now.

"Calm down, Auntie Francine. The one who should scram is you because starting from tomorrow, everything your

son once owned will become mine..."

As Jovan spoke, he walked downstairs. His towering and superior figure bore a little resemblance to Stefan.

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He walked upto Francine with a sinister smile and arrogantly declared his ownership. 'Not only will this villa belong

to me, even his former wife will be mine... If you cant stand it, you're welcome to join him in hell!"

"In.Jn your dreams’"

Francine's patience has reached its limit. She swung her hand and slapped him.

Unfortunately, Jovan, who had always obediently received the insults and beatings hurled at him, was different now.

He grabbed her wrist and warned her, "Francine Milford, I advise you to accept reality. Both your sons are dead.

Your era is over. The Hunt family will soon belong to me and my descendants. You think I'd still suffer your insults?"

He put a decent amount of strength into his grip. Francine seemed to be in pain and tried to break free. She cursed,

’Let me go, you little bastard.

You're just like your slut of a mother who sleeps around with men. You're an ambitious lot but you'll never succeed!

You... Aah!”

"Don't you dare insult my mother!"

Jovan's eyes were cold. He put more strength into his long fingers and cruelly bent Francine's wrist.

Francine had been living a privileged life her whole life. She had never suffered this kind of treatment before. Her

face twisted from the pain.