?<strong>Chapter 892:</strong>


    Holding the cigarette, Brook’s initial urge to smoke faded away. He retorted, “Didn’t I warn you to stay put on Jayden’s turf? Why did you leave?”


    With a forced smile, Elyse replied, “You do realize a killer has invaded Jayden’s territory, right? Was I supposed to just stay in the vi and get killed?”


    Brook was silent for what felt like an eternity, leaving Elyse to wonder if he might just release her.


    But suddenly, Brook pulled a gun from his pocket and aimed it directly at the maid. His voice was firm as hemanded, “Get in the car quietly, and I won’t have to shoot. But if I do, two lives will be lost. Consider your options carefully.”


    The maid, rigid with shock and anger, snapped back, “Despicable! Ms. Lloyd, even if it costs me my life, I’ll ensure your escape.”


    Overhearing this, Elyse sighed deeply. She then gently touched the maid’s shoulder and responded with a sense of resignation, “Please, let’s not talk of dying. It’s too grim. You shouldn’t sacrifice your life for me; it belongs to you.” Turning to Brook, Elyse pleaded, “Please, don’t shoot. I’lle with you.”


    Brook gestured toward the vehicle. “Get in first!”


    The maid looked at Elyse with wide eyes, filled with disbelief. “Ms. Lloyd, you mustn’t go with him. He’s someone you can’t trust.”


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    Ignoring the maid’s plea, Elyse continued to press Brook. “If I leave with you, can you assure me that the gardener won’t harm anyone?”


    “Sorry. That gardener is an assassin hired by the Hudsons. I have no idea what his orders are, nor can I countermand them,” Brook confessed as he held open the passenger door. With a grave tone, he insisted, “Get inside. As long as you’re with me, you’ll be safe.”


    Elyse paused briefly before epting what seemed inevitable and headed toward Brook’s vehicle.


    The maid didn’t want Elyse to leave with Brook, as she was well aware of his connection with Enzo. Enzo had already caused Elyse to lose a child once. If Brook took Elyse away, the maid dreaded imagining what might happen.


    Clutching Elyse’s hand, she said weakly, “If anything happens to you, Mr. Jayden Owen won’t survive it.”


    Elyse found this amusing and said, “That’s quite an exaggeration.”


    Shaking her head, the maid persisted, “I mean it. After your divorce from him, he lost his spark and was in a sour mood for months. Even Driscoll mentioned that he seemed like a walking dead.”


    Hearing this, Elyse felt a surge of emotions. She had never known Jayden’s condition post-divorce and simply assumed he would have been happy.


    With a faint sigh, she gently freed her hand from the maid’s grip and said reluctantly, “He has a gun. If we resist, we’re both done for. He won’t hesitate to kill.”


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