477 Margaret approached the estate’s towering iron gates, her emerald gown swishing against the gravel as Lawrence flanked her, his eyes scanning the shadows. On the other side of the gate, a lone figure stood shrouded in darkness, the hood of a tattered coat obscuring their face. The evening air w
478 Dencia paced back and forth in her hotel suite, her bare feet sinking into the plush carpet as her mind raced with worry. A week had passed since Darwin promised to visit her, yet there was no sign of him. She had called his number countless times, but it always went straight to voicemail. Her
479 Harrison tossed the phone onto the bed, his jaw tightening as rage simmered beneath the surface. His breathing was shallow, his chest heaving as if trying to contain the storm threatening to spill out. The woman beside him, draped in a slinky red dress that clung to her curves, leaned in with a
480 Lawrence waved for the guards to step back, their rifles lowering with hesitant precision. The figure stepped through the gates, their movements jerky, like a cornered animal wary of sudden threats. Margaret’s sharp gaze tracked their every motion, her heels clicking against the stone pathway a
481 Margaret sighed heavily, her fingers brushing the edge of her phone as it buzzed for the third time in a row. The name on the screen was still flashing: Julius Wettin. "Persistent little snake," she muttered under her breath before reluctantly swiping to answer. "What do you want, Julius?" Her
482 Margaret stared at the phone in her hand for a moment, her jaw clenched. The conversation with Julius had stirred a storm of emotions she wasn’t ready to confront. Her nephew’s sudden apology and interest in Darwin felt too convenient, too rehearsed. The sound of a chair scraping against the
483 --- The convoy moved swiftly under the cover of darkness, the hum of engines barely audible over the rustle of wind through the trees. Margaret sat in the lead vehicle, her sharp gaze fixed on the horizon. Across from her sat Tully, who fidgeted nervously, flanked by Lawrence and Victor. “Yo
484 The sound of Margaret’s boots echoed through the quiet halls of the Wettin estate as she entered. The weight of the ambush clung to her like a shroud, her movements stiff with frustration. Her team followed close behind, their faces pale with exhaustion and streaked with dirt and blood. Margare