Chapter 97 The Bride on Strings
- The wind howled at the cliff's edge, biting cold against the night. Shawn stood there, his sharp features partially hidden in the darkness, with a sly smile on his lips. "Well, look who it is—just one of Uncle Josh's lackeys... Oh, it's you, Uncle Mateo?"
- Confused, Jojo asked, "Uncle Mateo? Is he working for your Uncle Josh? Is he here to take you down?"
- "Yeah," Shawn answered coolly.