Male Charm Storage
Shackles alive

Owen arrives at Uncle Markus' Mansion. His arrival was welcomed by some people who had once been his men. Yeah, they're now working for Uncle Markus.

"Where's my Uncle?" asked Owen coldly to one of the doorkeepers in the Mansion.

"Mr Mark is in his room with Mr. Sean."

Owen wanted to enter immediately, but the guard shook his head in a gesture that Owen would not enter the room.

"Can't I go in there?" asked Owen with a slanted smile.

The guard again shook his head in response to Owen's question.

"Unfortunately I don't need anyone's consent to enter this room!" Owen said as he glanced at the several aides who were taking part with him. In an instant, the door was smashed and opened.

Owen was not surprised to find Uncle Mark who was casually straddling in his great seat, as if he was waiting for the arrival of his nephew. Sean is not in the same room. I don't know where his cousin is.

"What are you doing, Uncle?" asked Owen with high intonation to the Uncle.

"Huh, did you really come? Did you forget our deal? Shouldn't interfere in each other's affairs, should it?" circus Uncle Markus. Surely Owen's arrival was expected, he faced it casually, because he felt that now Owen had no control over him even though all his property came from his nephew.

"Uncle! You have to remember that your current power does not mean you are free to hurt your own son" Owen said calmly.

"I didn't hurt Sean. I just taught him a meaningful lesson, for him to obey me, he's too dissident!"

Owen shook his head faintly. "By giving him a shot of the drug? You want to make your son an idiot so that he will obey your wishes!" the sarcasm.

Uncle Markus flinching. Sometimes grunting slowly.

"I wouldn't interfere in your affairs if it had nothing to do with the throne of the dark kingdom I gave you. If Sean doesn't want to inherit it, there's no point in you forcing him!" Owen.

"If so, don't blame me if everything you have right now will come back to me!" threaten Owen's.

A thunderous laughter rang out from the old man's mouth. Uncle Mark stood up from his seat, then spread his hands as wide as possible. "Get it if you can!" his challenge.

Owen knew the consequences if he set foot into the Mansion of the Uncle's. A commotion will ensue and the black royal curse that actually originated from his late father, will be contested again. This kind of world, will not make it truly able to escape the entanglement in it.

The feud over the throne and the legacy of the dark kingdom will never end in generations even though Owen has tried to break away and leave everything to the Uncle.

Owen may not be mengubris this, but he did not want to subvert Sean, because in fact he understood Sean's will as he did. Apart from these black shackles. If he doesn't sue Uncle Mark and let it go, Sean will continue to be hurt by his own father.

Here, Owen's conscience must be played with, especially all this because of him. Because of the legacy of the throne that he gave to the Uncle. He couldn't have let Sean fall prey to his greedy Uncle.

"I'm getting old, my business empire must have an heir. Everything went well until this moment. My late brother, will be proud that I am able to carry on his throne. However, our descendants are equally unwilling to continue all this. Isn't that weird?"

Owen silently heard the words of his Uncle who clearly insinuated him, even carrying around his late father. He clenched his hands in frustration. Can't he really get out of these shackles? He just wants to live quietly. Why did everything come back down as Uncle Markus grew older.

"I wonder, why are you and Sean willing to let go of all this? Everything we built with great difficulty."

".... Do you know why I brought this up? Because I'm going to retire, so Sean should have inherited everything I already have. If not him, who else?"

This time, Owen could not bear to answer Uncle's words.

"You shouldn't have forced Sean! Give your power to others. You have a confidant, don't you? He must have gladly accepted your throne!" said Owen.

Uncle Markus shook his head. "Simply he's not my descendant! Everything that your late father built with drops of blood even sacrificed lives .... will I give it to others? That's right, Owen!" Uncle Markus chuckled discordantly at the end of his sentence.

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