?<strong>Chapter 797:</strong>


    Can embraced Aurora and exchanged a significant look with Adrian. After years of working closely together, especially in tense moments like these, they had developed a remarkable rapport. A hint of surprise flickered in Adrian’s eyes as they narrowed thoughtfully. It didn’t take long for him to figure out that Joelle had also shown up.


    His concern deepened, knowing she had recently given birth.


    “Mr. Miller, we’re heading out now. Take care.”


    “Alright.”


    With his fists clenched at his sides, Adrian masked his emotions, ensuring Lucian noticed nothing. He watched silently as Can departed with Aurora.


    With Joelle’s arrival, Adrian felt a renewed certainty that the promise he made to Aurora would be kept.


    Lucian settled back in his chair and gestured for a bodyguard to fetch a document.


    “Now that your daughter has left, shall we discuss business?”


    Adrian, seated opposite him, skimmed the document. Lucian’s ambitions were clear; he eyed not only Raelyn’s inheritance but also Miller Group.


    With a sense of smug entitlement, he reasoned that his half-brother connection to Adrian meant he deserved a stake in Miller Group. Having made it this far, his resolve hardened—he would leave Adrian with nothing but regret.


    Adrian shut the document with a decisive snap. “I have a question for you.”


    Lucian, who had been anxiously anticipating Adrian’s signature, sprang up from his seat as he saw the dy. “Adrian, are you choosing the difficult path? Even if I leave you stranded here, no one would dare touch me!”


    Adrian remained calm andposed. As a seasoned businessman, he had weathered many perilous situations.


    In the arenas of strategy and resilience, Lucian was nopetition for him—a fact that Lucian was painfully aware of, which often drove him to lose his calm.


    “I need to know—were you involved in Raelyn’s death?”


    Adrian watched as Lucian’s legs buckled slightly, nearly sending him tumbling.


    “Why would you ask that?”


    “I did some digging before I came,” Adrian continued, unflinching. “You’ve been meeting with Raelyn frequently over thest three years. Thest time, she had that fatal ident while climbing, and you were right there with her.”


    Lucian’s thoughts momentarily escaped to that day on the mountain. Back then, eager to win Raelyn’s favor, he had agreed to her wish to climb Mount Everest, despite the bitter cold.


    Tragically, they were caught in a fierce blizzard, with only one oxygen tank remaining between them.


    He had hoped that Raelyn’s maternal instincts would kick in, or that his efforts to win her over would be recognized.


    But neither hope materialized.


    Raelyn had shown only self-concern.


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