Chapter 222

The receptionist respectfully handed the membership card back to Vincent Ashcroft.

His brow furrowed.

Why would his father be at this exclusive private club?

He quickened his pace to follow.

Around the corner, Evelyn Roland and Zachary Deross flashed past, heading straight into his father's private room.

Vincent's heart lurched.

Had his father gotten a membership just to get close to Sterling Manor's people?

He strode forward and swiped his card to enter.

The scene before him froze the blood in his veins.

His father knelt on both knees, while Evelyn sat composed on the sofa, her expression detached.

"Young Mistress, please save my son." The elder Ashcroft's voice trembled.

Vincent stood rooted to the spot.

Young Mistress?

That Evelyn he'd looked down upon was Sterling Manor's heiress?

"Mr. Ashcroft, please rise." Evelyn frowned, her fingers lightly tapping the armrest.

He'd never seen her like this before.

An imperious aura radiated from her, her gaze sharp as a blade.

"If this continues, my son will be used as someone's pawn." The older man's voice broke. "I only beg you to give him a chance."

Zachary stepped forward to help him up.

Evelyn lifted her teacup, tone even. "The minimum requirement for my inner circle is dual master's degrees and mastery of two professional skills."

Her eyes met the elder Ashcroft's. "Your son can't even manage basic emotional control."

Vincent stood outside the door, icy dread seeping into his bones.

"What if he attends Falcon Training Camp?" His father pressed desperately.