Chapter 478 Thorian Agrees To Cooperate 

Oakley seemed to hear the confirmation he was waiting for from the other end of the call. His breath hitched, growing more rapid with barely concealed excitement. 

He muttered to himself, voice trembling, “George’s man… is Robert White. The one who controls the Parsons family.” 

Thorian, seated on the hospital bed, stared at Oakley–his face lit up with giddy anticipation. A flicker of doubt passed through Thorian’s eyes as he asked, “Mr. Brown’s subordinate?” 

Just a subordinate. Why did Oakley look like he’d just found the gates to heaven? 

Before he could dwell on it further, Oakley ended the call–but the hand gripping the phone still trembled with barely contained emotion. 

It didn’t matter that it wasn’t George himself. Even a lowly attendant from his realm–from the higher world–was beyond anything this low–tier reality had to offer. Compared to that world, people like them were no better than ants crawling in the dirt. 

If he could just gain access to that world, his future would be limitless. He could rise above everyone–feared, revered, untouchable. 

No–he had to get his hands on the comms chip in Raven’s possession. If she learned the truth about it, she’d guard it with her life, and that would destroy his one shot at reaching the higher world. 

As Oakley’s expression shifted from awe to ambition, Thorian frowned, sensing the dangerous gleam in his eyes. “Who is Mr. Brown?” 

Oakley snapped out of his thoughts at the question. 

But instead of answering, he stared at Thorian with a glint of calculation. After a beat, a slow, coaxing smile crept across 

his face. 

“Tell me, Thorian,” he said smoothly. “Do you want Raven to forget about that useless Cassian and finally choose you?” Thorian’s expression chilled instantly. A glint of suspicion flashed through his eyes as he snapped, “Who the hell are you really? Why are you so obsessed with driving a wedge between me and Raven? What do you want?” 

“Driving a wedge?” Oakley scoffed. “I’m helping you. Just answer me–do you want to be with her or not?” 

Thorian hesitated. Deep down, he knew–ever since the moment he plunged the final blow into Benedict, he had already crossed a line he could never return from. 

If Raven ever found out the truth, she would never forgive him. And yet, part of him still clung to the faint hope that she never would. 

Oakley saw the flicker of indecision in his eyes–and pressed harder. “You’ve served her loyally for years, but to her, you’re just another shadow. And Cassian? He’s got nothing but a pretty face, and that’s all it took to drive her mad. If he can have her, why not you?” 

That landed. Thorian’s face twisted in subtle pain. 

The things Oakley said… were exactly the thoughts that had been tormenting him lately. 

Oakley’s words had struck deep, and the crack widened. 

A long moment passed. Then–Thorian’s hesitation vanished. His eyes no longer wavered. What remained was grim, unshakable resolve. 

He inhaled sharply and said, “Fine. But here’s my bottom line–you don’t touch Raven. If I find out you’ve done anything to hurt her, I’ll kill you myself.” 

Oakley grinned. “Oh, Thorian… you’ll soon see just how right your choice is.” 

He leaned in close, lowering his voice to a whisper as he revealed the next step of his plan. 

“There’s a high–society gala happening here in Broson City–three days from now. I’ll make sure Mr. Brown’s man, Robert, is invited. Raven will be there, too. When the time comes, you…” 

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