Prosperous Marriage: Married to My Brother-in-law-Chapter 640_1

He was currently painting, a piece that amused and intrigued the elders.

It was a picture of a baby, plump and fair, bearing a strong resemblance to him. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

In the luxurious hall, he continued his painting, seemingly oblivious to those around him.

A few of the sect’s elders, along with Assistant Deon Myers, stood by, watching him paint.

"Young Master, are you perhaps thinking of becoming a father? That would be wonderful news! We could immediately send you portraits of potential young mistresses for you to choose from—or arrange for you to meet them in person, if you prefer," an elder said with relish.

Why else would the Young Master be painting a baby, if not to hint that he wants to be a father?

Deon Myers felt the same way.

Ever since the Young Master had instructed him to prepare numerous sketchbooks, the Young Master would occasionally sequester himself in the studio to paint. He never allowed anyone inside, nor did anyone know what he painted.

Today, however, he had whimsically started painting right in the hall, making no effort to stop or hide when the elders arrived.

Noah Reyes capped his pen and picked up the portrait, examining it closely.

Hmm, not bad. His painting skills had improved. The baby in the picture bore his likeness. This was the son he had imagined! If she were to bear his child, it would certainly look like him!

"Silvia Baxter must have water on the brain," Noah Reyes uttered faintly. His gaze was fixed on the portrait of his "son," and he didn’t respond to the elders, seemingly oblivious to their excitement.

"What does the Young Master mean?" Deon asked cautiously.

What could Silvia Baxter have done to offend Glades Horne? Wasn’t the Young Master’s goal for the Black Emperor Group to dominate T City and replace the Valence Group? If so, Glades Horne should be his primary target.

"To deal with Glades Horne, one must first clip his wings, not attack him directly."

Noah crumpled the portrait of his "son" into a ball. Even though he dearly wished to frame it and hang it in the hall, he couldn’t. He feared that those who hadn’t given up their ambitions might use the painting to search for a baby resembling the one in it. Wouldn’t it be dangerous if he truly had a son who looked so much like him?

So, he had to discard the painting, treating it as a mere product of a whim.

If he discarded it, no one would pay it any mind.

It was now September. After the New Year, he would officially succeed as the Leader of the Valiant Sect.

Once he became the Leader, wielding true power, those people ought to give up their aspirations. If they didn’t, he wouldn’t show any mercy. After all, purging dissenters was common when a new Sect Leader took office. And because of the bloody purges that often ensued, none of the ambitious individuals who aimed to seize the leadership would dare to act once a new Leader officially succeeded. Anyone who dared to assassinate the current Sect Leader would be declaring war on the entire Valiant Sect—a risk no one would willingly take! When the time came, he could openly and forcefully return to T City to find his woman. He fervently hoped that by then, she would have a lovely little child by her side.

"What does the Young Master mean?"

"There’s a very capable man at Glades Horne’s side: Hansen Ruiz, the Chief Assistant of Valence Group. Understand?" Noah asked. After casting aside the portrait of his "son" and flinging all his painting tools away, he strolled disinterestedly to the bar in the hall’s corner. He poured himself a glass of whisky and took a casual sip, the amber liquid sliding down his throat, igniting his heart.

To deal with Glades Horne, one must first eliminate Hansen Ruiz. Without Hansen, Glades would be like a king without his wings, making him much easier to handle. Of course, Glades’s own capabilities shouldn’t be underestimated. For the Black Emperor Group to replace the Valence Group, they would have to give their all.

Hearing Noah’s words, Deon immediately turned and left. Not long after, he reappeared in the hall, holding several sheets of paper printed with detailed information about Hansen Ruiz.

Deon approached Noah with Hansen Ruiz’s file and presented it respectfully. "Young Master, please take a look."

"Mm," Noah responded faintly, pleased with Deon’s perceptiveness.

After skimming through Hansen’s file, Noah handed the documents back to Deon. "Send this to Silvia Baxter," he commanded coolly. "Tell her to be more cautious from now on. She is to avoid confronting Glades Horne directly, lest she startle the snake in the grass and ruin everything."

"Yes."

Deon turned and left to carry out his orders.

The elders, unwilling to be ignored, stepped forward. One asked with a smile, "Young Master, regarding the matter of your future wife, don’t you think it’s time to consider it? After the New Year, you will formally take over as Sect Leader. However, there’s still no candidate for the Sect Leader’s wife, let alone a future Young Master. These are matters you cannot ignore."

Once a new Sect Leader succeeds, the heir apparent typically begins training. But the Young Master doesn’t even have an official wife yet, let alone a designated successor. Without a legitimate heir, what’s the point of training anyone?

"The women you’ve sent... none have caught my eye. When you find one who does, then come and talk to me."

Placing his glass back on the bar, Noah didn’t even glance at the elders as he walked past them and headed upstairs.

He already had a woman; he just hadn’t found her yet.

And he might already have an heir; he just hadn’t found him yet.

Woman, I will come for you soon!