Magic 90

Chapter 90 

For a long time, the image of Lucifer being strangled to death by killers lingered in his mind, becoming a source of trauma. 

To get revenge on those murderers, Lucius wiped out every one of his enemies who had once harmed him, all within less than a month. 

Julius had never expected that the family’s youngest, who had been so pampered by Melvin, 

would reveal such a ruthless side. 

His wife left him, and of his three sons, the eldest had gone missing, the second was dead, and the third was paralyzed. 

Julius, once the most promising candidate to inherit the White family, had committed a grave mistake. According to family law, his tendons were severed, leaving him crippled for life. 

No one knew that all of this had been orchestrated by Lucius. After all, he was just a youth who 

wasn’t even yet 17 at the time. 

Once blood stained his hands, it became nearly impossible to wash them clean. 

Countless nights, Lucius would dream the same dream. 

He would be forced to the edge of a cliff by his enemies, with nothing but a bottomless pit behind him. And the ones driving him there were his own brothers and sisters, tied to him by 

blood. 

The dream always ended the same way. He would fall from the cliff, only to wake up in shock. 

Since taking the seat as the family head, those dreams seemed to stop. 

He hadn’t expected the dream to return now. 

In the chaotic dreamscape, Lucius was once again forced to the cliff’s edge. His brothers and sisters wanted him dead. Only through his death could they, his so–called kin, devour what 

was his. 

With nowhere left to retreat, Lucius leaned back, ready to embrace the despair of the fall. 

Suddenly, a strong arm pulled him back from the abyss. The background was too dark, so he couldn’t see who it was. 

He only heard a voice in his ear. “You won’t die!” 

Lucius‘ eyes snapped open, and the first thing he saw was Valerie’s face. 

She lowered her head, looking at him. “How do you feel?” 

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For a moment, Lucius‘ mind went blank. 

It was pitch black around him, with only a tiny flame giving the cramped space some light. The air was damp, clinging to his skin in a sticky, uncomfortable way. 

When his awareness cleared, he realized a sharp, searing pain was coming from his calf. “I…” 

Probably because he had swallowed seawater, his throat felt unbearably raw and hoarse. 

Valerie said, “We’re on a deserted island now. It’s too dark, so I can’t see much of our 

surroundings. We’ll have to wait until morning to figure things out.” 

She continued, “Also, your right leg was grazed by something. No bones were broken, but you’ll have to endure the flesh wound. Right now, you’re running a high fever from the infection. I’ve given you a simple bandage for now.” 

Valerie flipped a pen in her hand with practiced ease, taking out a white pill from the pen’s core. “It’s for anti–inflammation. For now, it’ll keep things under control.” 

Lucius had long known that the pen she carried hid many secrets, but he hadn’t expected even medicine to be tucked away inside. 

She held out the small white pill that was no larger than a fingernail. He swallowed it without 

hesitation. 

Valerie asked, “Aren’t you afraid I gave you poison?” 

After all they had gone through together, Lucius had gradually lowered his guard against her. ” If you wanted to kill me, you wouldn’t have waited until now.” 

Valerie only smiled without answering. 

Thinking back to what happened on the cruise, Lucius felt a little uncomfortable. “I’m sorry that I dragged you into it this time.” 

When Valerie didn’t respond, his chest tightened even more. “Are you angry because I didn’t choose you?” 

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