The colored light lingered on the carpet, illuminating the snake body on it.
The throne stood on the steps, lonely and empty.
Enrico stood in the middle of the hall, his eyes deep and dark. After a long time, he looked down and took a few sharp breaths.
The subordinate on the side saw him like this and thought he didn’t like the throne not being cleaned, so he quickly took out a handkerchief and wiped it up.
Enrico’s eyes narrowed, and he took a few big steps forward, lifted his leg and kicked the person over with one kick, and said impatiently, “Get lost.”
The subordinates were all scared and hurriedly retreated.
Enrico stood on the steps for a while, watching, then bit into his cigarette and turned around, sitting down on the throne. His long fingers rested on the armrest, and his fingertips slowly stroked along the grain, stopping at a raised pattern.
The smoke filled his eyes.
In a daze, he seemed to see a woman leaning back on the armrest, her hair like a black waterfall, sweat dripping, her pale shoulder blades branded with a pattern, like an eerie flower blooming, enticing and mesmerizing…
Heh.
It really was like being under a spell.
Enrico pinched out the cigarette, sneered mockingly, and extinguished the end on the wooden flower.
The wooden flower instantly withered and turned black with soot.
“Bring me all the books that were locked up before,”
Enrico said with a gloomy face.
After checking that there was no one guarding the Davis family, he decided to come over. He didn’t have time to look at the confiscated books before, but now he can.
“Yes.” Two subordinates responded and went downstairs.
Enrico leaned back in his chair, looking down coldly, and suddenly asked, “Has the person who took Hazel to get the anti-inflammatory medicine not returned yet?”
“No,”
the subordinate answered honestly.
Hazel was so sick that she definitely wouldn’t survive, and the person who went to get the anti-inflammatory medicine might have also died out there with her. It was a world where people ate people.
Either someone else died, or you died.
The thought that Hazel was dead did not stir Enrico’s heart in the slightest. He could barely remember her face, let alone fit it into his memories.
It must have been Leonard and Paige who did it.
Paige…
He would kill her sooner or later. No rush, take your time. The food in this city will not last the night.
By then, everyone will be begging at those two doors, and they will be like dogs with no home, no more dignity as noblemen.
“Master JT, the books are here,” said two subordinates, carrying books and walking towards him. They added, ‘We just passed by the kitchen, and they have already prepared dinner. Why don’t you eat first and then read?’
Enrico didn’t want to sit on this throne of memories anymore, so he got up and said, ‘Then take the books to the table.’
“Yes,” the subordinates replied.
…
The lights came on.
There was a round table in the dining room.
Enrico took off his overcoat and threw it to his subordinate, sat down at the table, and picked up a book to read.
It was a handwritten notebook with an understanding of hypnosis.
Enrico held the book in one hand, looked down coldly, and the maids brought the dishes to the table one after the other. Kelsey followed the maids and held a pot of tea in her hands.
She couldn’t seize other opportunities, so she could only drug the tea.
The dishes would be picky eaters, but the water must be drunk.
With her mind on other things, Kelsey looked particularly nervous, holding her breath as she stole a glance at Enrico.
He was clearly just reading, but she felt like he had never looked more intimidating.
She set the teapot down on the table and was about to leave.
Enrico stared at his book, held his teacup in one hand and placed it to the side, “Pour the water.”
Everyone looked at Kelsey, who was closest to the teapot.
Kelsey could only lift the teapot and pour the water for Enrico.
Enrico’s hand remained on the teacup, tapping it occasionally.
Kelsey clenched her lips and stared at the teapot in her hands, her movements almost stiff. Fortunately, not a single drop of water fell outside.
She poured the tea steadily, put the teapot down without a sound, and backed up a little, acting like the maid she was supposed to be.
Just as she was about to retreat to the door, Enrico lifted the teacup in front of him to his lips, not to drink, but to smile.
“Heh, Paige told you to come kill me? Does she think too highly of you?”
The magnetic voice clearly carried a smile, but it was like poison soaked in arsenic.
Kelsey stood in the doorway, her face instantly pale, and her legs went weak.
…
The fine snow fluttered.
Kevin sat in the doorway, unfolded the gold-faced fan in his hands, and watched as the snow fell bit by bit, soaking the fan surface.
It was quiet in the house. The members of the Folsom family were either out saving lives or searching for people, and only Paige was asleep upstairs.
Suddenly, a figure rushed in, out of breath and pounced in front of Kevin, “Third Master, JT went to the Davis family. Fourth Master told me to come back and ask you to quickly send more people to surround the Davis family and take that person down.”
Enrico had actually gone to the Davis family.
What was this?
Was this luck given to him by the heavens?
Kevin sat in a wheelchair, frowning, his eyes so dark that no one could tell what he was thinking.
The subordinate couldn’t help but look curiously at the butler next to him when he saw that Kevin didn’t intend to move at all. The butler looked at Kevin and said, “Third Master?”
Kevin gathered the fan in his hands and tapped the tip against his chest.
It was beating violently there.
He didn’t want to lose.
Only if she was completely disappointed in JT would he have a chance.
He won’t get another chance.
This thought almost overwhelmed him. After a long while, Kevin looked up at his subordinate in front of him and asked lightly, “How did you get back here?”
“I rode the two-wheeled bicycle back.”
The subordinate was a little confused and didn’t understand why he was asking.
He rode a bicycle back.
There wasn’t enough time to get to the situation he wanted.
Kevin’s eyes twitched, and after a moment of contemplation, he said, “You run back now and report back again.”
“Huh?”
The subordinate was dumbfounded.
“Just go when Third Master tells you to go, what’s the point of talking?” the butler said from the side.
“Oh…” The subordinate was a little confused, but he could only obediently run outside, leaving his bike behind and running on his own two feet.
Kevin looked out at the sky full of fine snow, his face gradually turning pale, “Did I do something wrong?”
The butler followed Kevin around, and after reading his thoughts, he said, “That was just a maid. The young lady brought her family here to seek refuge. You didn’t mind them, and you even fed and housed them. They should pay you back for what you did for them.”
Kevin laughed bitterly, “That’s ridiculous.”
Just because he fed and clothed someone else, he should expect them to lay down their lives for him?
But…
He really couldn’t overcome the selfish thoughts in his heart. He always felt that this was the last and only chance.
He clenched the fan in his hand, “Get the men ready as soon as possible. If we can save… it would be good to keep a fighting chance.”
“Yes, Third Master,” the butler agreed.
…
In the mansion, the lights were dim.
Kelsey was held down from behind by two of his men.
Enrico sat at the dining table, tilting the teacup in his hands and emptying the contents. A faint curve formed on the corner of his thin lips.