?<strong>Chapter 447:</strong>


    Jayden went back to the bedroom from the study at midnight, just for sleep. Elyse had already fallen asleep by that time.


    At this moment, Jayden was unmistakably able to detect the cold blood odor in the air.


    He got out of bed, dressed, and went straight to the living room, where Driscoll, the maids, and the bodyguards all stood in silence, gazing at him.


    Driscoll promptly reported, “The security system has been disabled, and the power has been cut off. I believe that the killers have breached the gate. Sir, please stay vignt.”


    Looking at the maids holding knives in their hands, Jayden ordered, “Go upstairs and protect Elyse. She mustn’t be harmed, no matter what.”


    With a nod, they hurried upstairs.


    Reaching toward the window, Jayden ced his hands on the sill. In the garden, he noticed many dark silhouettes. Were these the people who hade to murder him?


    Driscoll approached and said in a whisper, “Sir, we still don’t know who sent them.”


    Indifferently, Jayden said, “We won’t know until we catch them.”


    But onemon thread connected tonight’s assassination and the previous two idents—they were all acquainted with him.


    The mastermind was privy to his schedule and orchestrated thest two car idents. This time, they incapacitated the security system and cut off power in his house. Only individuals intimately familiar with him could have executed all of that.


    Jayden had a few guesses, but he wasn’t sure who it was.


    Driscoll couldn’t stop worrying. “These folks arrived forcefully. I’m worried they intend to murder you.”


    “The more they do, the better. I can figure out who is behind them.”


    Driscoll nodded at that.


    Jayden’s eyes were ice-cold. “We will clean them up tonight. But remember to leave some alive for questions,” he dered with murderous purpose and haughtiness.


    Driscoll and the men behind him nodded.


    When Elyse got out of bed in the morning, she smelled a strong scent.


    She sniffled and sneezed, after which she stood up gently.


    When she went by the window, she gave it a cursory nce before snapping back to reality. She opened the window with a start. Everything in the garden had disappeared!


    Together, maids and gardeners worked in the garden. It seemed they were about to nt new greenery.


    Elyse, perplexed, hurried downstairs without changing her clothes. Driscoll was busy giving the maids instructions toy fresh rugs and arrange fresh flowers.


    “What happenedst night?” Elyse asked with a confused look on her face.


    Driscoll grinned and answered, “Last night, Mr. Owen said that he wanted everything in the house reced.”


    “Where is he then?” Elyse was aghast.


    “He left for thepany not long ago,” he answered sincerely.


    Elyse scowled. She was clueless about Jayden’s problems, but she was unable to stop him from doing whatever he pleased with his house.


    “But why would they use such an overpowering perfume at home?”


    She said inquisitively, covering her nose with her palm, “What is that smell? Did you clean with perfume? It has a powerful scent.”


    Driscoll seemed a bit shocked. “Can you smell it?”


    “Didn’t you use perfume?” she asked with a slight nod.


    Of course they did, but it was just a little. How could she have smelled it?


    Driscoll paused for a while, fearful that what urredst night might be discovered, so he nodded in ord with her. “I guess the servant made a mistake in the proportion.”


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