?<strong>Chapter 891:</strong>


    When Elyse glimpsed his face, a shudder of terror seized her.


    The man had the garish red lips and ghastly paleplexion of the walking dead, his slightly curled locks blurring the lines of gender from a distance. A grotesque scar marred his forehead, lending him an unsettling aura.


    Shaking with fear, Elyse stammered, “Who—who are you? You’re clearly not with Jayden. How did you infiltrate this ce?”


    “Quite boldly, I might add,” the gardener chuckled darkly, revealing his sinister intentions. “After eliminating the real gardener and stealing his identity, I simply strolled in. Mr. Hudson sends his regards, along with an invitation for a meal. Would you be interested in joining?”


    “No sane person would,” Elyse snapped, before racing off.


    As she sprinted, her screams pierced the air, prompting the vi’s servants to converge on the source of the disturbance.


    The gardener sauntered forward, his eyes fixed on the servants, all well-trained fighters. He dered menacingly, “It makes no difference whether you’re bodyguards or mercenaries. I’m going to end each of your lives.”


    One of the servants urgently grasped Elyse’s hand, urging, “Ms. Lloyd, you must leave immediately! Mr. Owen has been absent for some time, and it’s necessary that you avoid capture!”


    As they made their escape from the vi, the servant maintained a firm grip on her hand.


    Elyse, taken aback, turned to her and inquired, “Aren’t you the maid at Jayden’s vi in Watscar? The one who regrly cleans the corridors? Is that really you?”


    Tears welled up in the maid’s eyes as they continued to flee. Between breaths, she confirmed, “Yes, it’s me. I’m touched that you remembered. I apanied Mr. Owen to Manfek to serve you. It’s been a long time since you were home, and everyone is longing for your return.”


    In that moment, Elyse recognized the familiaryout and decorations of the vi. They mirrored those of their Watscar residence. She realized why she had navigated the vi effortlessly upon her arrival, from finding her room to locating the dining hall.


    It dawned on her that Jayden had orchestrated everything in secret.


    Elyse’s emotions were a tangled mess, barely settling when she spotted a parked car by the roadside not far ahead. A man stood silently beside it, cigarette dangling from his fingers, its ember glowing sporadically.


    Taking a few steps forward, Elyse abruptly halted as the maid stepped protectively in front of her.


    “Ms. Lloyd, you should escape. I’ll handle this. Nothing’s going to happen to you.” The maid, who had traveled to Manfek solely for Elyse’s sake, was resolute in hermitment to protect her, especially now in the face of danger.


    Elyse eyed the man with a look of mixed emotions. “Brook, did you call me for this? Did you travel to Manfek just to capture me?”


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