Chapter 1267:
With precision, Lydia launched herself from a height equivalent to a third-story window, her body cutting through the air before landing hard on her shoulder. She rolled across the ground several times, each rotation absorbing the brutal impact. The earth beneath her bore the scars of countless bullet holes, its surface pocked and scarred.
Meanwhile, in the distant city of Klathe, Elvin burst into Jeffry’s office with urgency.
The situation had escalated so quickly that Elvin, normally meticulous about etiquette, had completely forgotten to announce his presence with a knock.
Inside the office, Jeffry wasn’t alone. Malcolm sat across from him, and their conversation was focused on the intricate collaboration between the Harper Group and the Johnson Group.
Upon spotting Malcolm, Elvin immediately offered a respectful greeting before turning to Jeffry. “My apologies, Mr. Harper. I’ll withdraw immediately.”
“Hold on,” Jeffry’s voice cut through the air. “What’s happening?”
Elvin, who had served Jeffry faithfully for years, his reliability and composure legendary among the staff, was clearly shaken. For him to appear this unsettled, the situation must be serious.
Elvin’s gaze flickered toward Malcolm, his hesitation evident.
Jeffry offered reassurance with a wave of his hand. “Mr. Johnson isn’t an outsider. Speak freely.”
Jeffry and Malcolm had forged their friendship in childhood, their bond spanning more than twenty years of shared experiences and unshakeable trust.
Elvin finally found his voice. “Mr. Harper, the team we deployed has sent word that Miss Hunt is facing mortal danger in Yoswye.”
“What?” Jeffry shot to his feet. “Explain this immediately. What’s happened to her?”
Elvin’s words came out measured but heavy with gravity. “Miss Hunt traveled to Yoswye searching for Miss Harper, but got caught up in the political unrest. Their lives hang in the balance.”
Jeffry’s expression hardened. “Elena is also trapped in Yoswye? What business did they have there?”
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Elvin, equally stunned by this revelation, gathered his thoughts. Jeffry had commanded him to maintain careful surveillance on Lydia, but he never expected to discover that both Wesley and Elena had walked into Yoswye’s deadly embrace. Elvin continued his report, “Our operatives discovered that Mr. Spencer vanished somewhere in Yoswye. Miss Harper journeyed there to locate him, only to find herself trapped in the uprising.”
Malcolm’s face underwent a dramatic shift. “It’s been far too long since I heard from Wesley. I’ve attempted to reach him numerous times, but my calls have gone unanswered. I assumed he was simply lost in his romance with Elena, ignoring his friends. I never imagined he’d become a target in Yoswye!”
Jeffry’s brow furrowed into deep lines of concern. “What’s the current state of affairs in Yoswye?”
Elvin painted a grim picture. “Complete chaos reigns. Local soldiers are locked in brutal combat with rebel factions. Miss Harper’s location remains unknown, and Miss Hunt is trapped within the palace walls.”
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