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Grace had no choice but to stay and clean up the mess. By the tAndrea's wound was bandaged, it was
already 8:00 pm.
As she looked at the darkened sky outside, Grace's expression grew grim.
Only after confirming that Andrea had fallen asleep did Grace finally rush out the door.
She floored the gas pedal and drove for over two hours before finally arriving at the manor.
The manor gate had a traditional, antique design, with two lights under the eaves as if waiting for someone.
She got out of the car and only then realized that it had started snowing again.
Before coming, she had looked up all the information she could, but no one knew who the manor actually
belonged to, not even Sebastian. She was left with no choice but to try her luck.
Just as she raised her hand to knock, the manor gate opened on its own.
Grace didn't step inside immediately. Instead, she asked politely, "Excuse me, is anyone home?"
In response, the door creaked open even wider as if inviting her in.
She glanced up and noticed a surveillance camera nearby, so she gave a small nod in that direction.
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"Sorry to intrude. | heard all the red magnolia blossoms in Druville are here. | was wondering if | could pick a few
branches. | can offer ancient calligraphy and paintings in exchange."
Whoever owned a manor of this scale wouldn't lack money. Judging by its architecture, the owner probably had a
taste for antiques and art.
She stepped through the open door and headed inside. The lightning was dim but very warm and welcoming.
She walked all the way to the main residence. The sound of water trickling through the courtyard caused her to
pause.
In the snowy wind, the scent of magnolia blossoms floated faintly through the air. She looked around, then
walked quickly in the direction the wind was blowing from, her steps growing increasingly eager.
A narrow path led deeper into the forest out back. Every 30 feet or so, a street lamp gently swayed in the wind.
What Grace didn't know was that another car had parked in the sarea where she had left hers.
Lyle got out of the car, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looked at the manor.
He was about to light a cigarette when a gun was suddenly pressed to his forehead.
The sound of a bullet being chambered rang out in the cold night air, crisp and unmistakable.
Lyle was amused and asked through gritted teeth, "Seriously? Do you
really have to monitor us this
closely? We just want to protect Ms. Lambert. Our goals don't even
conflict, right?"
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forehead only pushed harder. mn
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sniper's red laser dot was steadily
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The place looked peaceful, but it was actually a hornet's nest.
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"Fine. Tell your boss to just killif he's really got the guts. Let's see if he can handle the consequences."
As soon as he said this, Zack rolled down the car window and said calmly, "If Lyle dies, she'll be heartbroken."
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But both of them knew this was exactly that man's style.
With unnerving ease, he turned them into decoys, shielding Grace from danger.
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