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Chapter 411 Inheritance · Oct 28, 2026

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401 Chapter 401 Mineral 2026-10-28
402 Chapter 402 Formula 2026-10-28
403 Chapter 403 Calculus 2026-10-28
404 Chapter 404 Bumper 2026-10-28
405 Chapter 405 Signature 2026-10-28
406 Chapter 406 Variation 2026-10-28
407 Chapter 407 Controversy 2026-10-28
408 Chapter 408 Bound 2026-10-28
409 Chapter 409 Character 2026-10-28
410 Chapter 410 Tropical 2026-10-28
411 Chapter 411 Inheritance 2026-10-28
412 Chapter 412 Rampage 2026-10-28
413 Chapter 413 Jest 2026-10-28
414 Chapter 414 Brain 2026-10-28
415 Chapter 415 Prime 2026-10-28
416 Chapter 416 Intern 2026-10-28
417 Chapter 417 Books 2026-10-28
418 Chapter 418 Mountain 2026-10-28
419 Chapter 419 Culture 2026-10-28
420 Chapter 420 Carpet 2026-10-28
421 Chapter 421 Versatile 2026-10-28
422 Chapter 422 Tropical 2026-10-28
423 Chapter 423 Company 2026-10-28
424 Chapter 424 Bard 2026-10-28
425 Chapter 425 Sarcasm 2026-10-28
426 Chapter 426 Planner 2026-10-28
427 Chapter 427 Documentary 2026-10-28
428 Chapter 428 Judge 2026-10-28
429 Chapter 429 Margin 2026-10-28
430 Chapter 430 Wisdom 2026-10-28
431 Chapter 431 Cushion 2026-10-28
432 Chapter 432 Survey 2026-10-28
433 Chapter 433 Remote 2026-10-28
434 Chapter 434 Skeleton 2026-10-28
435 Chapter 435 Stream 2026-10-28
436 Chapter 436 Console 2026-10-28
437 Chapter 437 Theatre 2026-10-28
438 Chapter 438 Caption 2026-10-28
439 Chapter 439 Camper 2026-10-28
440 Chapter 440 Berserker 2026-10-28
441 Chapter 441 Handler 2026-10-28
442 Chapter 442 Wheel 2026-10-28
443 Chapter 443 Nation 2026-10-28
444 Chapter 444 Garden 2026-10-28

Chapter 411: Chapter 411 Inheritance

After lunch, when everyone had finished chatting and the plates were cleared, Riley stood up and called his women together with a calm gesture.

His presence was enough to quiet the room instantly.

”I’ve secured a house in the city,” Riley announced, his voice steady and decisive.

”Pack your things. Once you’re ready, we’ll head to our new home.”

For a brief moment the girls blinked at him—and then excitement broke out like a small wave.

Sarah clapped her hands, Ivy gasped in delight, and Grace exchanged bright, eager smiles.

The thought of finally having a home—an actual home—after everything they had gone through felt like a miracle.

All except Evelyn. She alone didn’t smile.

She stepped closer to Riley, her fingers nervously gripping her sleeves.

”Riley... may I ask you something?”

Riley turned to her, his expression gentle. ”Of course.”

”I heard the people downstairs talking earlier,” she whispered, eyes flicking away before returning to his. ”They said... they said you killed all fifteen of those men last night. Is that true?”

There was no hesitation. Riley nodded.

”I did,” he said calmly.

”They were scum of the earth. They preyed on the weak and thought they could get away with it.” His gaze softened slightly, seeing the worry in her eyes.

”You don’t have to worry, Evelyn. They’re gone now, and no one will come after us because of them.”

Evelyn swallowed, still pale, but she nodded slowly.

She trusted him—even if what he did scared her a little.

With the matter settled, Riley went to his room and packed his belongings.

He was efficient, folding clothes, storing weapons, and checking everything with a practiced motion.

The girls, meanwhile, moved back and forth through the hallways, giggling softly as they prepared their own things.

For all of them, this was the first time that they were going to have a house in a big city like this.

Once everything was ready, Riley came downstairs.

The innkeeper peeked out from behind the counter like a frightened mouse.

He had seen the bodies outside earlier as he was the one who threw them out.

He knew exactly how dangerous Riley was.

Riley placed a few gold coins on the counter.

”For the rooms. The meals. Thank you,” he said, his tone matter-of-fact.

The gold coins were more than the innkeeper anticipated to earn.

The innkeeper bowed his head repeatedly.

”Y-yes, sir. Thank you, sir. Please come again—ah—actually, never mind—just... thank you!”

Riley didn’t respond. He simply walked out.

The girls followed him into the bright afternoon light—and then all of them froze.

A grand carriage stood waiting at the entrance.

It gleamed under the sun, its polished wood glowing a deep mahogany.

The golden trims reflected light like small flashes. The horses were powerful, purebred beasts with snow-white coats and thick manes.

Even the air around the carriage seemed to scream wealth.

The driver—an elderly man with sharp eyes and noble posture—stepped forward at once.

”Are you Master Riley?” he asked respectfully. ”I have been sent to escort you to your new residence. Please, allow me to handle your belongings.”

He moved with surprising speed and grace, lifting each bag as if they weighed nothing.

The girls stared at him, then at the carriage, and then at Riley with growing awe.

They climbed in, settling onto the plush seats inside.

The interior was just as luxurious—red velvet cushions, detailed carvings, small crystal lamps on each wall.

Sarah touched the seat beside her and nearly squealed.

”Master Riley... this is too much,” she whispered.

Riley only smiled faintly. ”You deserve comfort. All of you.”

The carriage began to move, rolling smoothly through the cobblestone streets.

People turned their heads as it passed, murmuring to each other.

They could tell—whoever was inside was someone powerful, someone important.

After nearly twenty minutes, the carriage slowed and finally came to a stop.

The driver stepped down and opened the door for them.

The girls stepped out—and gasped in unison.

Towering before them was a vast mansion, easily among the largest in the entire city.

Its walls were built of pale stone, polished to a shine. Elegant pillars framed the entrance.

A grand fountain sat in the courtyard, spraying crystal-clear water into the air.

Flowers of every color lined the walkway, their scent drifting on the breeze.

Guards in pristine uniforms stood at the gate, straight-backed and disciplined.

They bowed the moment they saw Riley.

”Welcome home, Master Riley,” the captain said.

The girls stared—some with tears in their eyes.

Riley looked at the mansion for a moment, his expression unreadable.

Then he turned to them and said with a quiet smile:

”Let’s go inside. This place... is ours now.”

The mansion had five servants in total, all dressed in crisp uniforms and standing in two straight rows at the entrance.

The moment Riley and the girls crossed through the gate, the servants bowed deeply.

”Welcome home, Master Riley!”

Their voices were synchronized, practiced, and filled with respect.

The girls froze behind Riley, wide-eyed in disbelief.

It felt as though they had stepped into the home of a nobleman—or perhaps even into royalty.

Riley, however, simply smiled. He had only requested three servants from the Duke.

Nothing extravagant. Nothing unnecessary. Yet the Duke had sent five and many guards outside too.

A quiet message hidden behind an act of generosity.

The Duke wasn’t merely accommodating him—he was securing him, binding him closer, making sure Riley’s identity and secret stayed hidden from any ears but his own.

Five servants meant five pairs of eyes loyal to the Duke... and by extension, loyal to Riley.

Riley accepted it smoothly, acting every bit the master of the house.

His confidence was effortless, his steps unhurried, as if he had always lived in places like this.

The girls, on the other hand, didn’t know how to react.

When the servants moved forward and offered to take their bags, they panicked.

”N-No, I’ll help with the cooking!” Sarah blurted, stepping aside with her luggage clutched tightly.

”I’ll help clean also,” Ivy added nervously, her voice cracking just a little.

”I wanna sweep the floor!” Grace volunteered almost desperately, as though afraid someone might think she was lazy.

Two of the servants blinked in surprise. Another stifled a small smile.

Clearly, they were not used to guests insisting on doing chores.

Riley chuckled under his breath. He had expected this.

The girls had moved from surviving day to day to living in an actual mansion.

Such a leap in lifestyle didn’t come without confusion.

”Relax,” Riley said gently. ”You don’t have to do anything. Just settle in.”

But his reassurance only made Sarah and Grace blush shyly, while Ivy continued eyeing the servants distrustfully—as if unsure whether it was really okay to be served like a noblewoman.

Perhaps the only one unfazed was Evelyn.

She walked calmly through the doorway, her eyes scanning the interior with a controlled expression.

Grand chandeliers hung from the ceiling, glittering like captured stars.

The marble floors shimmered beneath their feet. Carved wooden staircases curved gracefully up toward the second floor.

Rich tapestries lined the walls. The air carried a faint scent of flowers and polished wood.

Evelyn didn’t gasp or whisper or cling to Riley’s sleeve like the others.

She carried herself with a quiet familiarity, as though she had once glimpsed such comfort in her village days.

Yet something about her was... off.

As the servants escorted them deeper inside—past the dining hall, the sitting rooms, the garden-view corridor—Evelyn’s expression grew more distant.

She wasn’t admiring the mansion. She wasn’t enjoying the luxury. She was thinking.

Thinking about something heavy.

Something that pulled her thoughts inward like a tightening knot.

Riley noticed it immediately. He always noticed the smallest shifts in people’s expressions.

Still, he let Evelyn be with her thoughts for now.

The others were thrilled:

Sarah couldn’t stop touching the embroidered curtains.

Ivy stared at the chandeliers like she was afraid they might fall on her.

Grace kept peeking into every open doorway with childlike wonder.

But Evelyn... she kept lowering her head, lost in silent contemplation.

The day went on and...

Riley discovered the gold coins neatly stacked inside a lacquered chest in the master bedroom—far more than he expected.

The Duke had truly gone above and beyond.

Riley closed the lid quietly, already calculating how long the fortune would last and how it could support the girls.

The rest of the day passed peacefully.

The servants prepared a sumptuous dinner—roasted meat glazed in herbs, soft bread still warm from the oven, sweet fruits arranged like jewels on silver plates.

The girls ate with bright faces, unable to hide their excitement as they explored their new life.

By the time night fell and the mansion lights dimmed, everyone retreated to their own rooms, overwhelmed by comfort they had never dreamed of.

Riley lay back on the soft bed, hands behind his head, thinking the night would pass uneventfully.

He was wrong.

Knock.

The sound was soft, hesitant—almost trembling.

Riley opened his eyes.

A woman’s voice floated through the wooden door.

”Riley... are you still awake?”

Her tone carried a mixture of nervousness and determination, as though she had spent hours debating this moment and had finally, finally made up her mind.

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