?<strong>Chapter 895:</strong>


    Satisfied, Elyse turned and made her way back to her room. In the end, she was still a prisoner.


    Brook swiftly retrieved his phone and directed a subordinate to bring him a violin. Within the hour, not only was the instrument delivered, but it also came with an unexpected guest rted to Charlie.


    As Brook epted the violin, he raised an eyebrow at the visitor and asked, “Might you be…?”


    “I’m Rory Griffin, a friend of Charlie’s,” the man replied, extending a hand with a genial smile.


    Brook was aware of Charlie’s notorious affiliations. He responded with due caution and respect, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Griffin. What brings you here today?”


    Rory’s smile didn’t waver, and his tone remained disarmingly calm.


    “Charlie mentioned you might be holding Jayden Owen’s ex-wife. Is there any truth to that?”


    Caught off guard, Brook wondered how Charlie hade to know about Elyse, given he had suppressed all news about her.


    “You’re here about Elyse Lloyd?” he ventured carefully.


    “Not personally,” Rory rified, shaking his head. “Charlie wishes to see her. If she’s with you, would you consider letting us take her with us? Given the history between Charlie and your grandfather… well, you understand.”


    After a brief pause, Brook spoke hesitantly. “I’m sorry, but I need to ask my grandpa before I can give you an answer. Elyse Lloyd matters a great deal to us, you know.”


    “Of course,” Rory responded with a nonchnt shrug, his smile firm and confident, as if he had no doubts that Enzo would grant his request to take Elyse away.


    Brook excused himself and stepped into a rarely used room. He picked up the phone to call Enzo, detailing the situation along with its advantages and disadvantages. Enzo’s response was curt. “Charlie wants to take Elyse away? Let him have her. You can’t disappoint him.”


    Stunned, Brook tried to persuade him otherwise, but Enzo cut the conversation short, hanging up abruptly.


    Brook pressed his lips tightly together, a realization dawning on him. He didn’t want to relinquish Elyse to Charlie. The situation was chaotic. Even if she stayed with Jayden, her safety couldn’t be guaranteed. That was the reason he had whisked her away and hidden her. It was the only way he could ensure her safety, at least for a while.


    Why was he suddenly so determined to protect Elyse? Brook steered clear of reflecting on it too much, afraid his feelings might take over.


    He spent some moments alone, lost in thought. Finally, he set down the violin he had been absentmindedly holding and made his way upstairs.


    Elyse was perched on the edge of her bed. As he entered, she looked up, puzzled. “Why are you here? What’s going on?”


    With a pained expression, Brook murmured, “You need to move to another ce.”


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