Chapter 2 Fiancee

• In the Nikolaou residence, a lively atmosphere filled the air!
• A towering chocolate cake over two meters high stood in the center, emitting a fragrant aroma.
• Not far away, Jacob Nikolaou stood beside a charming young woman while engaging in cheerful conversations with the guests around.
• Cyrus suddenly realized why these people were so eager to harm his mother!
• After grabbing his phone, he dialed a number and instructed, "Alex, prepare a generous gift and deliver it to the Nikolaou residence."
• "Cyrus? Is that really you? Cyrus?" A young man in a suit suddenly grasped Cyrus' shoulder.
• Cyrus instinctively considered using a shoulder throw followed by a throat lock.
• However, he restrained himself in the next moment.
• This was no longer a battlefield.
• He turned his head and nodded toward the young man.
• The young man was Caleb Nikolaou, the fourth young master of the Nikolaou family. He was only half a year older than Cyrus.
• In the third generation of the Nikolaou family, there were a total of six sons and four daughters.
• Cyrus was the fifth grandson in the family, and his only playmate was Caleb. Due to their similar ages and the scar on Caleb's face from a childhood accident, they were both considered outcasts by the family, making them kindred spirits.
• Caleb was happy to see Cyrus. He suddenly embraced Cyrus and exclaimed, "Cyrus, let's go see Uncle Jacob! He will be delighted to see you back!"
• Caleb pulled Cyrus toward Jacob while saying, "Uncle Jacob, look who's back!"
• Jacob was conversing with Freya and the presidents from the other group.
• When he turned his head and spotted Cyrus, his glass trembling slightly as he asked with a frown, "You're... released?"
• Cyrus chuckled while gazing at Jacob coldly, "Yes, I was released. Do you feel guilty, panicked, or disgusted when you see me? Heh..."
• "Hmph!" Jacob snorted. "You brat! What's with that attitude?! Since you're out, behave yourself. Follow your older brother's lead, learn some skills, and you might earn a living. Otherwise, I won't care if you starve to death in the future."
• Cyrus glanced at Jacob indifferently. At this moment, he noticed the absence of fatherly love in Jacob's eyes!
• But that was fine!
• Being strangers would make retaliation easier.
• Cyrus put one hand in his pocket and stated, "I believe you won't care whether I starve or not. This time, I came to pick up my mom."
• "Your mom... you..." Jacob's expression changed, and he felt somewhat uneasy.
• At that moment, Freya, the coquettish woman beside him, sneered and remarked in a delicate voice, "Jacob, this child is your second son, born to that peasant woman, Keira Pacheco, right? I used to hear you describe your second child as unruly and unbearable, and I was skeptical. But seeing him today, he truly takes after his country-bumpkin mother, doesn't he? Haha..."
• Smack!
• Cyrus stepped forward and slapped Freya hard across the face.
• With one blow, Freya's nose immediately skewed.
• "Ah!" She screamed while covering her nose and pointing at Cyrus. "You... you dare to hit me?"
• "Hmph... How dare you mention my mother!" Cyrus shook his head in disgust. "Your face is caked with half a pound of makeup, and by the way, where did you get your nose done? It's not sturdy at all."
• The onlookers gathered around and wanted to laugh at his words but refrained.
• Jacob was furious. He gritted his teeth and wanted to slap Cyrus. "You beast! Have you no respect for your elders?!"
• Cyrus grasped Jacob's wrist tightly, and his gaze was cold as he spoke. "Jacob, do you recall that today marks not only the birthday of your young wife but also the first anniversary of my mother's passing? Do you remember how you all played a part in my mother's demise this time last year? Has your conscience been completely eroded?"
• Jacob's expression changed. He was clearly taken aback by Cyrus' knowledge of Keira's situation.
• "Cyrus, you shouldn't speak to Dad in such a manner!" A tall young man approached and he exuded a righteous demeanor.
• Other members of the Nikolaou family nearby also reacted.
• "Seems like Cyrus has been released from prison. He hasn't learned his lesson even after five years."
• "Look at Cyrus and then look at his older brother, Cyril. Both are born to the same father, yet the contrast is stark."
• "Indeed. Cyril is the third-generation head of the Nikolaou family and a Ph.D. holder. He's dignified. And then there's Cyrus... it's no wonder Uncle Jacob favors Cyril over his younger son."
• The onlookers sighed and shook their heads disapprovingly at Cyrus.
• Cyrus remained composed and gazed at Cyril Nikolaou with a sneer playing on his lips.
• Cyril spoke with a righteous tone. "Cyrus, we are brothers. I will take care of you and support you in the future. However, you must be obedient and filial to our father. He failed to care for your mother properly last year, leading to her passing. But that doesn't justify your rebellion! I understand your resentment after spending five years in prison. However, if you dare to defy your elders again, I will have you locked up for life this time!"
• Cyrus looked at the hypocritical Cyril and felt an urge to laugh. "Cyril, don't pretend to be something you're not. Who do you think you are?"
• "You brat!" Jacob scolded angrily.
• Just then, footsteps approached from outside, and a servant announced loudly, "Miss Grace Lindgren from the Lindgren family is here to wish Madam Freya a happy birthday!"
• Cyrus, who was initially eager to act, paused upon hearing Grace's arrival.
• A woman in a dark green dress entered, and her long hair cascaded naturally over her shoulders. Her eyebrows appeared slightly furrowed, and her eyes looked neither joyful nor sorrowful. She had a delicately raised nose and soft cherry lips.
• Adorned with minimal jewelry and sporting simple yet elegant makeup, she stood quietly while captivating the attention of all the men present.
• "It's Grace." Cyrus turned and headed toward Grace.
• She was Cyrus' first love and the fiancee he had chosen at seventeen.
• Little did he expect that the high school sophomore had blossomed into a stunning and alluring woman after five years!
• "Grace, you're here." Cyril went over and greeted her.
• Grace nodded and replied, "It's Madam Freya's birthday, so I had to come. I am Cyrus' fiancee. Since Cyrus isn't here, I... Cyrus?"
• She froze as her gaze locked onto Cyrus, the fiance who disappeared without a trace for five years in prison!
• "Grace." Cyrus finally smiled as he opened his arms to embrace her tightly.
• "Grace, thank you for taking care of my mother's affairs."
• His voice was filled with the utmost tenderness.