Guron sat frozen for a split second, his jaw slightly slack as his brain processed the genetic data. Then, an ambitious grin slowly spread across his face. He let out a low, rumbling chuckle that vibrated inside his chest.

"Well... that is completely understandable, Himelda," Guron muttered, his eyes flashing with a sudden fire. He leaned back against the headboard, his expression filled with an appreciation for power. "If I had been a young man back in those days, and I discovered a woman carried the genetic capability to give birth to an Enigma child, I would have deployed my entire private army to fight for her too. A sovereign ruler who can dominate every other Alpha on the planet? That is the ultimate biological prize."

Himelda glared at him, her eyes flashing with a venomous anger. She threw her hands up in the air, her face twisting into a look of absolute disgust.

"See?! Look at you! That is exactly what I am talking about!" Himelda hissed, her voice rising into a sharp register as she pointed a manicured finger at his face. "You are proving my point within a second, Guron! Every single dominant man on this earth loses his mind and wishes to possess an Enigma child. It turns powerful Alphas into absolute monsters. It brings nothing but blood, chaos, and total destruction to any family that gets close to it!"

Guron instantly reached out, his hand wrapping firmly around her waist to pull her back down against his side. He delivered a reassuring kiss to her temple, his voice softening into a smooth, commanding rumble. "Calm down, woman. You know perfectly well that I am satisfied with you alone. You are my chosen mate, and absolutely no one on this earth can ever come between us. I am just speaking from a position of strategy."

He released her waist, his face turning serious as he pressed into the core of her story. "But go ahead and explain this to me clearly, Himelda. Why is Jannah Nenth considered dangerous to our roof? She is not Frost. Frost is her dead mother. Jannah is just a quiet, fragile little herbalist from the 3rd Street gutters."

Himelda sat up straight, her eyes locking onto his with an intense, haunting gravity that chilled the air inside the suite. "She is dangerous precisely because she is exactly like Frost, Guron. She carries the exact same genetic framework."

Guron jumped straight out of the bed, his naked frame standing tall in the center of the room as his heart began to pound. He stared down at his wife, his breathing uneven.

"Does it mean... does it mean Jannah can also produce an Enigma child?!" Guron shouted, the words ripping from his throat with a breathless intensity.

"Yes, Guron! That is exactly what it means!" Himelda shrieked back, covering her ears.

Without even realizing it, Guron let out a loud, booming shout of delight that echoed off the high ceilings of the suite. He clapped his hands together, a wild grin taking over his face as he paced around the floorboards.

"Isn’t that great?!" Guron roared, his eyes swamped with a sudden, overwhelming wave of supreme ambition. "This is the most incredible news I have heard in years, Himelda!"

Himelda stared at him as if he had completely lost his mind, her jaw dropping in absolute horror. "Are you completely crazy, Guron?! How on earth is this great?! Have you forgotten everything I just told you about my brother’s brutal execution?!"

"How is it not great, woman?!" Guron countered instantly, stopping his pace to look down at her with a fierce, burning light in his eyes. "Think about the biological layout! If Jannah stays under our roof, she could give me an ultimate Enigma grandchild with our son Dorrent! The Grefo bloodline would become completely unstoppable! We would rule the entire upper-district hierarchy without a single rival!"

"You are an absolute fool, Guron!" Himelda screamed, slamming her fists against the mattress in frustration. "An Enigma grandchild will not bring you glory! It will only invite a massive, endless wave of danger directly to our son’s throat! Dorrent might not even live to see another day if the underground syndicates find out she is living in his house! They will burn our empire to the ground just to steal her away!"

Himelda pulled the sheets tightly around her chest, her voice dropping into a tense, desperate whisper. "I already know there has been a secret, calculated move from those who operate in the deep underground against Dorrent. I have a terrible, sickening feeling in my gut that someone is already hunting around his perimeter."

Hearing those words, Guron’s smile completely vanished, and his mind instantly flashed back to the events back in Freenly City. He recalled the bullet that had torn through Jannah’s flesh on the lower road, and a sudden, terrifying realization dawned on him. The bullet. The underground assassins weren’t trying to kill a common slum herbalist. That sniper bullet had been meant for his only son, Dorrent, to eliminate the Grefo bloodline from the competition.

But Guron quickly closed his mouth, locking the dark data inside his mind. He couldn’t tell Himelda about the shooting yet. He knew perfectly well that revealing a sniper attack would only anger her further and cause her to completely shut down his plans. Besides, he had just received the greatest genetic news of his entire life—there was a real, biological chance for an Enigma grandchild to be born under his name, and he was not about to let that dream slip away.

Himelda shook her head in total disbelief, her eyes narrowing as she watched his calculating expression. "Why the hell are you even standing there talking about hypothetical grandchildren, Guron?! Have you completely forgotten that we already have a legally binding alliance contract with the Moscow family?! Dorrent and Joanne are supposed to be getting married before the end of the fiscal year! Joanne is an elite lady who brings immense wealth to our table!"

"I will deal with the Moscow contract and Joanne later, Himelda," Guron dismissed flatly, waving his hand as if the multi-billion-dollar alliance was nothing but a minor administrative nuisance. "For right now, the only thing that matters to my strategy is that I need an Enigma grandchild. The wealth means nothing compared to ultimate biological dominance. The wealth will follow naturally."

"Stop this nonsense right now, Guron!" Himelda ordered, her voice shaking with a fierce, maternal protective fury. "Our son is not getting anywhere near that dangerous slum herbalist ever again! I will pack my bags and travel straight back to Freenly city tomorrow morning if I have to, just to personally ensure that Jannah Nenth is thrown into the streets and kept anywhere near my son’s bed!"

Guron let out a growl, his eyes locking onto hers with a terrifying dominance that brooked no argument.

"And I will fly back tonight to ensure that Jannah stays right where she is, and gives me that Enigma grandchild with Dorrent!" Guron delivered ruthlessly.

In a blind fit of frustration and regret, Himelda grabbed the heavy feather pillow from behind her back and hurled it with all her strength straight at his chest.

"I wish I had never told you a single word!" Himelda cried out, her voice cracking with panic.

"Too late sweetheart. You already did." Guron countered.