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The following day, tension still enveloped Mansion Rossie. Clark and the search team continued to struggle to trace the whereabouts of Madam Rossie.Any clues that could lead them to Madam Rossie would soon be sought.Clark wouldn't give up easily, as Madam's life could be in danger."Let's go back to Madam's room," Clark suggested, trying to find more profound clues.They agreed and began moving towards the second floor, towards Madam's room.Madam's room was an elegant space filled with luxurious antique items. Golden-laid wooden furniture adorned the room with beautiful wall decorations.Arren had spent a lot of time with her grandmother there when she was young. Arren enjoyed listening to stories of the past and wise advice from her back when she was vibrant.However, in that room, no clues were pointing to Madam's whereabouts anywhere.They quickly left the empty room and retraced the route usually taken by Madam Rossie.Their steps halted upon reaching the kitchen near the servan
Clark, who received his first task from the young Miss, excitedly stepped forward.He was pleased to be recognized as one of Miss's right-hand men, even if it was only verbally.But, that was not his concern at the moment, as the entire Rossie estate was under threat.Since the Grand Lady began showing symptoms of pre-dementia, everything changed.The Grand Lady was a respected figure in the Rossie Mansion, but now she barely recognized her own grandchildren."Now, tell me, when did the Grand Lady start behaving like this?" Clark asked the head of security, whom he had entrusted to guard the Grand Lady.The security head shook his head wearily."The Lady has been suffering from pre-dementia for a year, sir. The symptoms are worsening, especially after Miss Abigail changed her personal doctor."Clark clenched his jaw, sensing deception in the plans of the Grand Lady's daughter-in-law.He knew Abigail Rossie was cunning and had hidden agendas for her own gain."Trace that suspicious new
"Mmh..." groaned Arren as Leon began to caress her slender, hair-free neck after she had just let her hair down into a ponytail."Darling, you look stunning..." praised Leon, leaving traces of love on Arren's milky white skin, his wife.Bite after bite, combined with increasingly racing breaths, made Arren's heart race.He always knew how to ignite her passion."Ah..." sighed Arren, now lying naked. Leon's fingers seemed to part the evening gown she was wearing, discarding it effortlessly."You look even more beautiful like this," he murmured, beginning to savor the pristine skin of his wife, passionately and meaningfully.Arren writhed, trying to resist the rush of blood to her head. However, she eventually succumbed."I'll enter now..." said Leon, already prepared.He slowly inserted himself into Arren's core, then moved with fervor."Akh..." she moaned with indescribable pleasure, as if she had been anticipating this moment for a long time.Arren wriggled surrenderingly, but she in
Morning in the peaceful Rossie Mansion suddenly turned tense.Cheers from a crowd at the gate tore through the usual morning calm.A mob of people, including men, women, and children, appeared crowded at the entrance of the Rossie Mansion.They seemed eager to push in and create a commotion. They had been waiting there since dawn to set foot in the Rossie Mansion.The guards at the gate struggled to maintain order. The crowd attempting to enter grew in number, becoming increasingly difficult to control."We want to see Lady Rossie!" shouted a man with a loud voice, causing the chaos to escalate.With anger, he seemed eager to demand accountability from the Lady who appeared to neglect them.Sworn words and other shouts echoed, making the guards more overwhelmed. They didn't know how to handle this growing crowd.Inside the Rossie Mansion, Arren was awakened by the commotion outside."Oh my! What's happening?" she asked in confusion, as the shouts from outside were loud enough to be hea
Arren was shocked by the blood that suddenly poured out profusely outside her clothes."Miss!!!" shouted the guard who realized that rioters were starting the attack."Shane!" Arren screamed because apparently, she wasn't the one who was stabbed by the mysterious man."No–miss," whispered Shane, who had now collapsed covered in blood. It was he, who had been stabbed and now, the blood gushed out through his shirt."Call a doctor! Hurry!" Arren shouted, immediately pressing Shane's stab wound with her torn shirt.The atmosphere became very tense there, Clark immediately lifted Shane's body to a safer location, while waiting for the medical team to arrive.Arren was truly devastated by this sudden incident. She couldn't cry due to shock. Arren's entire body was shaking with an unimaginably pale face. When the mysterious man approached, the sharp weapon that threatened Arren had been repelled by Shane's body. Before the man could take action, Shane nimbly threw himself in front of the yo
Clark stared sharply at one of the provocateurs who had just confessed that they were only following orders.Someone had paid them to cause chaos at Mansion Rossie during the village protest.Clark's face filled with displeasure and simmering anger. "Who is that person?" he demanded, seeking definite answers from the detainees.They exchanged glances, hesitant to provide the answers the man sought. They knew that divulging more information could entangle their private lives further."W-We don't know the person's identity, Sir..." they uttered fearfully."A rose tattoo, that's all I remember. He has a rose tattoo on his wrist," another detainee added with confidence."Rose tattoo..." Clark gritted his teeth, trying to recall that clue in his memory."What can you tell me about this person? How did you connect with him?"One provocateur finally answered, albeit hesitantly. "We were given instructions through written messages. We only know him as 'The Rose.' No name, just a set of instru
Clark began to pursue the shadow of 'The Rose' with determined hope. He had gathered clues from anonymous messages and the rose tattoo found on the captured provocateur.This journey led him to the nearest city. Clark hoped to find more clues to capture The Rose quickly.City X, located on the northern border of the Rossie region, was a dark city full of mystery.Due to its geographical conditions, City X lacked agricultural produce. Their economic wheel spun from the buying and selling of services, mostly illegal.Although Lady Rossie often ordered routine inspections there, it did not deter criminals. They always found loopholes to carry out their crimes promptly, in exchange for payment from clients in need of their services.Clark, who had been monitoring the area for some time, was familiar with every alley and dark corridor frequently used for secret transactions.These alleys were usually only wide enough for one person to pass through. Being there felt like navigating a secret
Leon blinked in disbelief at the figure he longed to touch."Arren?" he called.The woman smiled and nodded weakly, then opened her arms wide, ready for an embrace.Leon wasted no time and approached her.His broad steps matched the increasing intensity of his desire. Leon truly wanted Arren right now, to touch her."Arren!" he exclaimed eagerly, and moments later, he joyfully embraced his wife."Arren!" Leon murmured with longing.He kissed the top of her head, then descended to her forehead. He traced loving kisses all over his wife's face until he reached her lips.Arriving at Arren's lips, Leon slightly parted his wife's mouth to passionately devour her succulent lips.Leon's passion peaked instantly, fueled by the touch of their lips."Mmh..." Arren responded with equal passion. She writhed, savoring every ravenous kiss from Leon, who seemed intoxicated by the sexual pleasure he craved.This time, it was Arren's slender neck that became the focus. Leon marked his love there, indi