Chapter <b>680 </b>


    Tiffany moved swiftly through the darkness.


    Avoiding all surveince cameras, she pressed herself against the wall, listening carefully to the surroundings. Once certain the coast was clear, she climbed up to the second floor of the vi.


    This was Felix’s stronghold.


    Guards patrolled the hallways at regr intervals. Their presence showed this ce was heavily guarded.


    Using diversion tactics and careful maneuvers, Tiffany evaded another patrol and finally made it to Felix’s bedroom door.


    Footsteps echoed from around the corner again. It was another patrol approaching.


    Tiffany turned the doorknob quietly and slipped into the room.


    She knew her actions were risky and bold, but she had no choice. She had to find out if the shadowy figure <b>was </b>connected to Felix, and whether Felix had anything to do with Richard’s disappearance.


    The door closed softly behind her, and the footsteps outside passed without incident.


    Relieved, Tiffany exhaled.


    But as she turned, the room suddenly flooded with light. The ring brightness forced her to squint reflexively.


    Tiffany’s heart sank. She instinctively assumed a defensive stance, scanning the room.


    Felix stood by the bed. His gaze fixed squarely on her, as though he had been expecting her.


    Tiffany’s heart skipped a beat. She had infiltrated this ce with utmost secrecy, yet Felix had discovered her.


    Clearly, escaping unscathed would not be easy.


    Gripping the weapon in her hand tightly, Tiffany looked at Felix warily. Neither of them spoke.


    An eerie silence hung heavy in the bedroom.


    After a few tense moments, Felix moved. His steps were deliberate, slow, as he advanced toward her.


    Tiffany furrowed her brow and raised the de. “Stop right there.”


    But Felix seemed not to hear her. He continued his steady approach.


    The bedroom was spacious, but soon the distance between them shrank to no more than ten steps.


    There was no avoiding a fight. Tiffany’s face hardened as she prepared to strike first.


    But as she lunged toward Felix, she noticed something was off.


    His gaze was unfocused and his movements were slow, as if he were acting without awareness. He <b>was </b>sleepwalking.


    Tiffany halted abruptly and stepped aside.


    Felix, seemingly oblivious to her presence, maintained his pace. He walked toward the door, bumping into it before stumbling and turning toward the window.


    The room was vast, and Felix wandered like a restless spirit.


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    Tiffany was stunned.


    Felix, the cold, ruthless man actually had a sleepwalking condition.


    Tiffany thought this was the perfect opportunity to strike. Her resolve hardened. Without hesitation, she moved toward Felix.


    Her de aimed at his back. Two more steps, and she could pierce him clean through.


    Tiffany raised her hand, her expression icy. Without a moment’s pause, thrust the de forward.


    However, Felix collided with a piece of furniture and turned around. The de missed his heart and grazed his arm instead.


    It was a misstep. Not only had Tiffany failed to take him down, but she had also roused him from his sleep.


    Tiffany instinctively retreated, her eyes locked on Felix, who stood motionless, blood seeping through his robe and dripping to the floor. But he wasn’t waking from his sleepwalk. He was crying.


    The man who was cold–blooded, ruthless, and utterly self–serving was crying.


    Tiffany was shocked. Her first thought was disbelief. She thought this had to be an act, a carefully orchestrated ploy to mock


    her.


    Yet no matter how she rationalized it, the tears that rolled down Felix’s cheeks, mingling with his blood, were real.


    His eyes were devoid of focus and filled with sorrow. In the grip of some unseen nightmare, he trembled, pleading with a desperation that pierced the air.


    “Don’t go… don’t leave…” His voice cracked, raw with anguish, as he stretched out a hand, grasping at nothingness.


    “Please… don’t leave me…” he begged hoarsely, his tone fractured and steeped in despair.


    Tiffany watched coldly, unmoved by his disy.


    In her childhood memories, she had once saved Felix’s life.


    She knew well his background and origins. He was an illegitimate child, shunned and humiliated, cast aside by everyone.


    It had been a snowy day when she first encountered him. His mother had been beaten to death with a stick while protecting him.


    Tiffany, passing by, hadn’t intended to intervene but was haunted by the lifeless emptiness in Felix’s eyes. It was the kind of despair that consumed the soul.


    Acting on an impulse, she had offered him her hand.


    And now, the same person she once saved was someone she was determined to eliminate. It was inexplicably ironic. Property ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    Gripping her de tightly, Tiffany steeled herself to strike again. But just as she was about to move, a sharp knock sounded at the door, followed by a voice calling urgently, “Mr. Quaid, something has happened!”


    Felix’s vacant expression began to fade, the madness draining from his face.


    Tiffany cursed silently. He was waking up.


    Unwilling to leave empty–handed without uncovering any leads about Richard, she scanned the room and quickly slipped into arge storage chest in the corner.


    Momentster, Felix groggily regained his senses.


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    As always after an episode of sleepwalking, he had no memory of what had urred. Noticing the fresh cut on his arm, frowned but dismissed it as unimportant.


    The knocking persisted. Finally, Felix responded, “Come in.”


    The door swung open, revealing a bald man with a slightly pointed skull.


    he


    He was a subordinate promoted after Lorenzo. Unlike Lorenzo, who acted recklessly without considering the consequences, this bald man, relying on his position as Felix’s trusted confidant, was much more disciplined.


    No matter what happened, he would always report honestly.


    Felix was also satisfied with this.


    Felix said, “Speak. What’s the issue?”


    The bald man reported, “Mr. Quaid, the person we captured yesterday has escaped!”


    “What?” Felix’s expression darkened instantly. He questioned coldly, “How did this happen? Useless fools!”


    The bald subordinate shrank under the scolding, too afraid to respond.


    Felixshed out, kicking him sharply. “Why are you standing here? Go after them!”


    The bald man responded, “Yes!”


    Distrustful of his men’spetence, Felix changed out of his blood–stained robe and left the vi in a hurry. A group of guards trailed behind him. Only a few remained stationed at the property.


    Tiffany listened intently as the sound of cars faded into the distance. Once the house fell silent, she cautiously emerged from the chest.


    She wondered if the escaped prisoner was Richard.


    The thought crossed her mind but was quickly dismissed. Richard’s skills far surpassed Felix’s. There was no way he could have been held captive here.


    However, the lingering possibility gnawed at her.


    Gritting her teeth, Tiffany climbed out through the window.


    Under the cover of night, her silhouette darted through the air. From the ground, the remaining guards failed to notice her as she vanished into the darkness.