Comeback Of The Adored Heiress

Chapter 1310:

Rocco had just stepped out of the restroom when he heard Elton’s words. His steps faltered, and his gaze hardened.

“From the moment you walked in and opened your mouth, I told you—I’m not a general anymore. Denby personally trained you. How can you be so forgetful?”

Elton straightened slightly, resting his hands on his knees.

“I guess I’m just used to calling you that. You were my senior, after all. If I’ve done something wrong, go ahead and reprimand me—but don’t pin it on the commander. I wouldn’t dare let him take the blame for it.”

To the outside world, Elton and Denby always presented a united front. But here, in front of Rocco, Elton was deliberately drawing a line between them. A calculated move—one Rocco caught onto instantly. Rocco had once commanded an independent regiment, a man who had matched Denby in both rank and power.

He had seen it all.

Every little maneuver, every subtle shift in tone—he caught it all.

Once upon a time, Rocco would have turned a blind eye to such things. He had learned not to get entangled in matters that weren’t worth his energy.

But tonight was different. His patience had worn thin. Elton’s presence was a constant, grating reminder of how he had ended up like this—injured, sidelined, and stripped of what was once his.

He had no interest in playing this game anymore.noveldrama

“Alright, Elton. You’ve been hanging around here all afternoon. Just lay your cards on the table already. And don’t bother imitating Denby’s calm composure. You’re not fooling anyone—you’re just being annoying.”

Since the moment he had stepped into Rocco’s house, Elton had been testing the waters, probing for a reaction.

He knew Rocco and Denby had once been equals. Half of the regiment had served under Rocco’s command. If there was anyone who could still challenge Denby’s dominance, it was him.

But there can’t be two captains on the same ship. A regiment couldn’t afford two leaders with conflicting views. Rocco had made a misstep. And Denby had made sure he paid the price for it.

Elton couldn’t bring himself to believe Rocco harbored no ill will toward Denby.

The age-old wisdom rang true—an enemy’s enemy was a friend. As Elton plotted to outmaneuver Andrew and wrest control from Denby’s iron grip, Rocco emerged as the perfect pawn in his scheme.

After all, Rocco was the embodiment of ruthless ambition, willing to sacrifice anything to scale the heights of power.

Though fate had dealt him a cruel hand, leaving him without both legs,

Elton knew that years of confinement had only stoked the flames of Rocco’s suppressed desires. The bitterness and thwarted ambition must have festered in his heart, growing more potent with each passing day.

Studying Rocco’s current state, Elton felt a surge of satisfaction.

“It’s nothing,” he began casually.

“It’s just that I saw the Commander today. He seemed rather unwell. Upon inquiry, I learned it was related to that incident where you were both injured. It brought back certain memories, and I thought you might shed some light on the matter.”

Rocco reclined in his seat of authority, regarding Elton with calculated interest.

Elton’s voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper.

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Message from Noah: Hi, dear ones! Sorry for being a day late. New chapters will be available tomorrow night. God loves you, and Noah wishes you all the best. (=◡=) /

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