Chapter 446
Countless possibilities raced through Odalys’s mind, each one more puzzling than the Last
“Whats on your mind?” Percival noticed her lour in thought, a flicker of concern flashing in his eyes.
He knew that this place way dangerousu, yet be lord never intended for her tochear any of i risks. If this situation was easing her any stress, it was
his fault
To Percival all the weight and pressure should fall on the man, not the worna. He had never wanted her to get entangled in this mess.
“I was thinking – rould our astrological signs be special? What if they’re a combination that frightens certain prople? That would explain why all these strange events are happening. You saw the man and woman on the bridge, rida!
“It seems something went wrong during a wedding. In the pod life, I dici, and then you appeared. It’s like we’ve been missing each other, or leaving belund regrets. So, perhaps this plot against the Stewart family isn’t just about now. Maybe it’s tied to post generations, some conspiracy rooted in the Stewart family’vancestors“ Odalys murmured, her voice trailing off.
“Maybe there’s something the Stewart family has that others want, she continued, her tone darkening. “It’s not just about stealing the Stewart family’s fortune. This whole Crownridge situation is more complicated than we imagineil Before I came here, I had Orion contact Oliver. Though he rarely shows his face, Oliver is a master at manipulating the energy field of Crownridge’s elites. When Blossom was in trouble, Oliver was already at the Tillery family’s place in the middle of the night”
“Oliver’s always been quiet, hiding in plain sight. Hut I can’t shake the feeling that he’s involved in something… we need to find him,” Odalys added with an edge to her voice
Everything seemed tangled, complex, and mysterious–but Odalys had a different thought
“Maybe we’re overcomplicating things she said softly, her voice almost a whisper. “Maybe it’s not as complex as we think.”
Percival fell into silence, mulling over her words.
taybe you’re right. But regardless of the cause, whether it’s simple or complicated, right now, you need to calm your mind. Don’t think about anything, don’t overalyze it
“Tonight, let’s just treat this like an adventure. Let yourself rest, dear your mind, Percival’s voice softened as he spoke, his usual commanding tone replaced with something warmer, gentler
hand they tried.
He wanted her to relax to stop overthinking Some things weren’t meant to be solved by human hands, no matter how b
“Will we both be okay this time? Odalys asked suddenly, breaking the silence. Her voice was quiet, filled with uncertainty
She thought about the pair life–when had died, and when Percival had followed. Even in the 1920s, they had both perished. She was wondering would they die again, in this life, as they laid before?
What was fate? It seemed beyond anyone’s control, but Odalys refused to be at its merry. She wanted to take charge, even if it meant defying late itself. After all, weren’t all people born equal? What right did the heavens have to take that from them!
“We won’t die. I won’t let anything! open to us,” Percival replied firmly.
Inside, he added a ulent promise. Even if I die, I won’t let you suffer
He didot voice it, but the weight of the thought was clear. He gazed at allys, his eyes locking onto her, as if commuting every detail of her to
“Alrighe; Odalys whispered in response
They shared a smile, the atmosphere between them lightening instantly. Callous, who had been tense behind the wheel couldn’t help but notice. the shift in mood. The minanent the tension rated between them, he felt himself relax as well.
Gallum’s driving was smooth and steady, despite the winding roads, and Odalys, influenced by Percival’s calming words, finally felt the exhaustion of the day catch up to her. Her eyelids grew heavy, and soon, she tilted her head to rest against the window, falling asleep within minutes.
Percival glanced
her as she drifted off, his heart sultening. He reached over and gently draped a blanket over her.
her hand, which, even in sleep, gripped the red weil nightly. It was as if the veil was a lifeline, a connection to the events il
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har unfolded, a reminder of what they were fighting for.
“Onion, it’s me. Percival murmured as he jook out his phone and dialed.
Orion’s phone rang, and when he picked up, his voice was tinged with relief
“Percival” I couldn’t get through to you before. I thought something had happened”
Onson had been trying to reach Percival for hours, with no success. He’d even tried tracking his location, but it was an if Percival had vanished off
the grid
Something unexpected happened here. I’ll explain when I get bark. For now, we need to find Oliver–quietly, without alerting anyone. We need to contain him and stop him from contacting the outside world
Orion’s stomach churned at Percival’s words. He knew now that Oliver was a key figure in this tangled web of mysteries
Oliver had been laying low, almost vanishing completely. He had once been involved with the elites of Crownridge, and now nothing. No one had heard from him in weeks. It was as if he was hiding something.
“Got it: Orion replied quickly.
He couldn’t afford to waste time. This was no ordinary mission. The stakes were far too high.
“Just a heads–up” Orson added, lowering his voice as if to share a secret. “I think Odalys might miss you. You should call her when you can.”
Perivals response was swift. T’ll be back soon. But keep your movements discreet. We can’t let the Simpson family or the Bennett family catch wind of that.”
Orson nodded, leaning back in his seat. A sense of relief washed over him now that Percival was back in contact. For a while, he’d felt like he was floundering, without a clear sense of direction.
Alright, I’ll keep it under wraps. The Bennett family is too busy with their own chaos to pay attention to us right now,” Orson said with a wry smile, his mood lightening as he thought of their current situation.
The Benner family’s drama seemed endless. Between Windsor, Sophia, Edie, and Henry, it was a soap opera waiting to unfold.
When the call ended, Orion felt a strange sense of empowerment. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel, ready to head back into action. But just as he was about to start the car, he spotted a figure walking toward him.
Orson sepainted through the windshield, recognizing her instantly.
She was wearing a V–neck camisole gleess, the cood night air doing little to hide her figure. She seemed to sense something, because she was walking straight toward his car
Before Droon could react, the was standing in front of his vehicle, her gaze turned toward him as she tilted her head slightly.
