Chapter: 869
"You make a good point there …" Trent considered as he rubbed his chin.
"We have always made sure to stay in others‘ good books and made many valuable connections. It’s time we showed the Grants who we have behind us. It might make them stop and rethink their choices before acting recklessly."
"Hector, your suggestion is only a temporary solution. At the end of the day, the root of the problem still exists. What will we do if Tyler really sends his troops?" Jacob went straight to the point. The Grants were so powerful because they had strong military backgrounds. That was the only reason why nobody dared to mess with them, and the sole reason why the Harmons feared them.
"I’ve considered that too, so I’ve contacted Sir Moran in hopes that he’d be able to help us," Hector said. Sir Moran was a regional deputy chief who was immensely powerful, and based on military ranks, he was considered Tyler’s superior.
"Will Sir Moran agree to help us?" Jacob had his doubts.
"Jayla had put Sir Moran’s daughter in trouble before. Though she might be dead now, the hatred he has for them will not vanish just like that. We will make use of this and have him help us out,"
Hector explained.
"If you really do get Sir Moran on our side, then there’s still hope for us!" Trent looked hopeful.
"I’ll try my best to persuade Sir Moran before the birthday banquet!" Hector announced resolutely. Sir Moran’s powers were their only hope of getting through the mess with the Grants.
"Why would you need to go to anyone else for help when I’m here, Uncle Hector?" A deep voice boomed in the meeting room. Soon after, a well–built man in a military uniform walked in with his head held high, and trailing behind him were two adjutants.
"Dylan?" The crowd was pleasantly surprised to see the man because he was none other than Dylan Harmon, Jacob’s son!
Dylan was stationed at the country’s borders year–round and would only be home once a year. Nobody had expected him to be back so soon!
"Why are you back so soon, Son? Weren’t you warding off enemies at the borders?" Jacob quickly went up to his son joyfully once he snapped out of the initial shock of seeing Dylan.
"Everything’s peaceful over at the borders now, so I took a few days off to come back for a bit." Dylan chuckled.
"Good, that’s good… It’s great to see you back! I haven’t seen you in a year! You look even more ripped now!" Jacob patted Dylan on the back delightedly. He was pleased with his son’s achievements. Out of all the members of the younger generation in the Harmons, Dylan was the most accomplished of all.
"I’ve got good news, Dad. I’ve been promoted! I’m now a high–ranking commander in the Dark Panther Cavalry. I’ve got over a thousand men working under me!" Dylan announced proudly.
"What? A high–ranking commander?" An excited chatter broke out among the crowd, who were all delightfully surprised to hear that. There were also some who were envious of his progress.
As a high–ranking commander, he was just one step away from becoming a deputy general, and Dylan wasn’t even 30 years old yet! To achieve what he had now, especially at such a young age, Dylan had a bright future ahead!
"Hahaha! Great! That’s amazing!" Jacob laughed heartily.
"My son is amazing! He’s been promoted again in just a year! I’m proud of you, Son!"
"Like father, like son!" Trent exclaimed enviously.
"You’ll be as great as Tyler Grant, if not better than him in the future, Dylan!"