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    08.57 Wed, Dec


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    Tiffany was already in the Azure Sea Royal Family’s pce. All she had to do was get through Morwen to uncover the shadowy figure’s identity. Once that was done, everything that had happened in the past few days would naturallye to light.


    Tiffany already had a theory in her mind.


    Seeing her so confident, Jeremy remained silent.


    “Let’s go,” she said, striding forward. Crossing the pce grounds toward the grand hall where Deacon resided, she spotted her grandfather seated at a distance.


    As she approached, a bright smile spread across her face. “Grandpa.”


    The Azure Sea King, Deacon, raised his head. Upon seeing Tiffany, the sternness on his face melted into a warm, benevolent smile. His excitement was evident.


    He said, “You little rascal You finally remembered to visit me.”


    Tiffany rubbed her nose, masking her sheepishness with feigned confidence. She raised her voice. “Well, you promised to attend my wedding. You stood me up and now you dare to me me?” Property ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    Deacon choked on his response, his expression turning almost pitiful. “I have been busytely.”


    If anyone else had been present to witness this, they would have been dumbfounded by their king’s demeanor.


    Just moments before Tiffany arrived, Deacon had issued strict orders, disposing of several individuals and decisively dealing with those who had taken advantage of his recenta. His methods had been ruthless.


    Yet now, in Tiffany’s presence, the once–imposing ruler was all gentle tones, pitiful looks, and eagerness to <i>please</i>. If word got out, it would surely surprise the whole nation.


    Ignoring the stunned servants nearby, Tiffany walked straight to Deacon’s side. As she drew closer, she frowned. Grabbing his wrist, she asked, “Why do you look so weak?”


    Thest time she had left the Azure Sea Royal Family pce, her grandfather had been recovering well after his awakening. With the aid of spirit herbs, his health should not have deteriorated like this.


    Deacon waved it off. “I’m just getting old. It’s normal.”


    “Grandpa, tell me the truth!” Tiffany didn’t buy it for a second.


    His vitality was so depleted, it was as if he was undergoing regr bloodletting. That wasn’t normal at all.


    Still smiling, Deacon said, “You little rascal, if you care about me, visit me more often. If youe by a few more times, I’ll be happy, and my health will naturally improve.”


    She had no response to that.


    Reluctantly, Tiffany agreed. But the moment she left the hall, she turned to Jeremy, her expression serious. “Tell me the


    truth.”


    Jeremy blinked and replied, “The truth.”


    He said it and immediately turned around.


    Tiffany went speechless. That joke was painfully dry.


    08:5


    Reaching out, she grabbed him by the arm, pulling him back. “I’m serious. What are you all hiding from me? Is Grandpa’s illness recurring? <b>Is </b>that why he missed my wedding half a month ago?”


    Jeremy kept quiet. Remembering Deacon’s cautious instructions, he shook his head. “There’s really nothing.” Just two more weeks to endure.


    Tiffany’s face darkened. “Do I need to investigate myself<b>?</b><b>” </b>


    Jeremy remained silent. He was as unyielding as stone. Unless he wanted to, no one could pry the truth from him.


    Tiffany felt a vague sense of unease,


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    She nced at Jeremy and was about to say something. However, June came rushing over and reported, “Mrs. Hampton, we have news!”


    “Let’s go!” Tiffany immediately turned and headed out.


    The two got into a car, which sped down the road.


    June exined, “The team tracking Morwen reported back. After she left, she headed straight for <i>a </i>location. However, that ce is a restricted zone with many traps. Our people followed her to the entrance but couldn’t proceed further.”


    Tiffany replied calmly, “No matter. Knowing the location is enough. By the way, who is inside this restricted <i>area</i>?”


    The ce June mentioned felt vaguely familiar to her, but after thirteen years, memories of certain things had begun to fade


    June replied, “It’s full of the most dangerous criminals. I searched for information, but there wasn’t much avable. What I did find indicates that this restricted zone isn’t connected to the Azure Sea Royal Family.”


    Tiffany asked, “Unrted?”


    “Yes.” June nodded. She added, “The owner of this zone is quite entric. They rarely appear, and no one knows their name. Those who have caught a glimpse say they’re strikingly good–looking, with distinctive golden hair.”


    “Got it.” Tiffany nodded, though her recollection of the Azure Sea Royal Family didn’t include anyone like that. It seemed a lot had changed in the thirteen years she’d been away.


    The car drove for a long time.


    When it finally stopped, more than an hour had passed.


    Dusk was falling, and the restricted zone ahead was marked with bright red warnings, signaling danger.


    Tiffany got out of the car and sniffed the air lightly. As she suspected, there was a faint trace of Richard’s scent lingering in the air. Though weak, the discovery thrilled her.


    It meant that Richard had been here just hours earlier!


    However, her excitement was short–lived. Another sniff revealed a faint scent of blood, eerily identical to Deacon’s.


    Tiffany wondered if Deacon truly be bleeding daily to feed something. Otherwise, she,couldn’t exin his paleplexion and depleted vitality.


    Seeing Tiffany’s expression shift, June asked, “The area is full of traps. Should we wait for a better opportunity to go in?”


    Tiffany shook her head. “There’s no time.”


    As soon as she finished speaking, the restricted zone’s lights flickered on. The massive iron gate<b>, </b>covered in thorny vines,


    opened automatically as if inviting them inside.


    June became alert. “Have we been discovered? But there are no surveince devices around here<i>… </i>


    Tiffany patted her shoulder. “June, wait for me in the car.”


    June refused. “No, I will go with you…”


    “Just stay here.” Tiffany interrupted June.


    She stepped forward, walking through the now–open gate with poise and confidence. Her posture was rxed, her head held high, showing no trace of hesitation or fear. Her figure exuded <b>an </b>air of regal grace in that moment.


    Inside the restricted zone, a man lounging on a sofa watched the surveince feed with a smirk, his eyes brimming with admiration.


    Meanwhile, Morwen knelt trembling nearby, fresh wounds visible on her body.


    The hall was silent as Morwen cautiously lifted her head to nce at the screen disying the live footage.


    On the screen, Tiffany appearedposed and unflustered, her stunning, otherworldly beauty undisturbed by the ominous surroundings.


    It was unclear whether Tiffany was unaware of the dangers within or simply confident in her abilities, but she showed no sign of tension.


    Morwen clenched her fists, her eyes zing with intensifying jealousy.


    She cursed inwardly, ‘Why does Tiffany capture everyone’s attention and admiration? Damn it. They all deserved to die. Everyst one of them!‘