Chapter 575

The subordinate accepted the slip of paper without surprise, clearly accustomed to such tasks. He bowed slightly and left the room.

Pete sat alone by the window, gazing at the moon. Unbidden, Felicia’s striking face appeared in his mind. He chuckled softly, murmuring, “Felicia, oh Felicia, you’re quite intriguing. It’s a pity… this is as far as you’ll go.”

Meanwhile, in Ablil, a fierce storm raged. Rain poured down, accompanied by howling winds, lightning flashes, and rolling thunder.

At the Glovers’ luxurious estate, Maurice listened to a subordinate’s report. Hearing that Stephan had returned from the rainforest blinded, he reacted with glee.

“Wonderful! Just wonderful! Even Mr. Russell has his bad days!”

His subordinate continued, “Recent news from the Russell family indicates Mr. Russell’s blindness was caused by poisoning. The toxins are extremely potent, and he remains unconscious, in a coma, for three days now.”

“That’s even better!” Maurice excitedly tapped his leg, immediately ordering preparations for a flight to Khogend.

His subordinates were unsurprised by his impulsiveness. Having once been afflicted by twin venomous creatures, Maurice frequently traveled to Khogend, his purpose always clear. Despite repeated rejections and indifference, his enthusiasm remained undeterred.

The subordinate cleared his throat. “Mr. Glovers, there’s also news about Ms. Fuller.”

Though recently absent from Khogend, Maurice maintained secret protection for Felicia, keeping him well-informed. This meticulous surveillance had facilitated their “chance encounter” in the rainforest.

At the mention of Felicia, Maurice’s smile vanished. “Speak.”

The subordinate paused, carefully choosing his words. “Ms. Fuller has hired a bodyguard—a moderately well-known mercenary—who has been inseparable from her recently.”

“And then?” Maurice pressed. “What else?”

“We investigated the mercenary. Before going to the rainforest, Ms. Fuller extensively researched bronze bells. We found no further leads, nor could we determine her intentions.”

“Additionally,” the subordinate continued, “after returning from the rainforest, she fell unconscious. Even Union Clinic’s top physicians were helpless.”

Maurice’s brow furrowed. He paced before urging, “Is the plane ready? Where’s the crew?”

“Ready, Mr. Glovers. Flight path cleared, fuel topped off, crew in position. We can depart anytime.”

“Let’s go.”

Maurice strode out first. A private plane departed Ablil in the dead of night, landing in Khogend two and a half hours later.

Unaware of the turmoil, Felicia slept soundly. At dawn, she awoke, washed, and dressed. Scarlet waited in the training yard, the temporary sparring area.

On the first day, chunks of grass had been torn up; on the second, two of Mike’s rare plants were destroyed. Felicia didn't mind, but the housekeepers were distressed. Before their next session, all nearby plants were moved to safety.

Felicia rubbed her nose. “Alright, let’s begin. You attack, I defend.”