Chapter 1167:
With a scoff, Torin ground his cigarette out in the ashtray, then stood and left without another word. The moment he stepped out of the manor, a subordinate hurried over. “Sir, we searched that entire stretch of sea, but there’s still no sign of Wesley.”
A cold shadow settled in Torin’s gaze as his words came out sharp and frigid. “Don’t stop searching. I need proof of his fate.”
“Understood!”
Elena stepped into her room, her gaze landing on a man stretched out on the sofa, absorbed in his phone. Her lips curled in open disgust, and she made no effort to hide it. “You know, I’d really like it if you got up and left.”
With a leisurely flick of his wrist, Torin put his phone down, arching an eyebrow with an exaggerated grin. “So that’s my reward for saving you? I was hoping for something a bit warmer. Maybe a kiss.”
That only made Elena’s glare sharpen. She looked as though she’d swallowed something sour. “Did you come here just to make me sick?”
Torin’s eyes dropped, his long lashes shadowing whatever he was really feeling. For a few seconds, he was quiet. Then a low chuckle slipped out, like he found the whole thing amusing. He pulled a cigarette from his pocket, lit up, and blew a trail of smoke toward her face with a wicked smile, clearly enjoying her reaction.
Right as Elena was about to lose her temper, Torin tossed a tube of ointment onto the table with a casual flick.
It was a cream meant for scrapes and bruises.
Finishing his cigarette in silence, Torin finally stood. His height cast a shadow over her as he spoke in an easy, almost careless tone. “It’d be a shame for someone with hands like yours to end up with scars.”
No sooner had the words left his mouth than he turned on his heel and strolled out, leaving her without a chance to respond.
For a few seconds, Elena stared at the ointment, her jaw tight. Then she swept it straight into the trash, not giving it another thought.
A faint scratch traced the back of her right hand—a mark she’d picked up wrestling with those bodyguards at the hospital. She hadn’t even noticed it herself until Torin tossed her the ointment.
The chaos at Gleyross Hospital was finally behind her. After a quick wash-up, Elena made her way to Tinsley’s office.
𝘾𝙝𝙚𝙘𝙠 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙩 𝙜ⱥ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀﹒ⅽ𝗼𝗺
Tinsley spotted her and smiled, practically skipping over. “It’s good to see you.”
Relief washed over Tinsley’s face. Things at Gleyross Hospital had gone much more smoothly than she’d dared to hope. Recognizing Elena’s substantial help, her eyes shone with appreciation as she gazed at Elena.
“Thanks to your effort, everything went off without a hitch. Allow me to thank you on behalf of everyone in Yoswye,” Tinsley said, bowing low in gratitude.
With a steady hand, Elena helped Tinsley stand, her expression giving nothing away. “You don’t need to thank me. We have a deal. I handle the mess at Gleyross Hospital, and you help me track someone down.”
Curiosity flickered across Tinsley’s face as she remembered their agreement. “So, who exactly are you hoping to find?”
Elena retrieved a photograph from her pocket and held it out for Tinsley to see. Taking the photo, Tinsley examined the image closely, her eyes narrowing in thought before she finally spoke. “He isn’t from Yoswye, is he?”
“That’s right,” Elena replied. “He’s from Houis. Wesley Spencer is his name. He disappeared in Getren not too long ago. How long do you think it will take the Royal Guard to locate him?”
Tinsley took a moment to consider the question. “Well… give me three days. If he’s anywhere in Yoswye, my people will find him.”
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