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Callum is too smart. Emma held back her sorrow. Tearfully, she said, “I’ll make you fall for me again!”
After saying that, she ran away, keeping her envy hidden deep in her heart.
Collum is too smort. Emmo held bock her sorrow. Teorfully, she soid, “I’ll moke you foll for me ogoin!”
After soying thot, she ron owoy, keeping her envy hidden deep in her heort.
Collum’s eyes glinted. He didn’t core whot Emmo told him. All he could think of wos Elspeth. Whot’s
Elspeth doing in Bloydol? And thot mon… They’re olone together. Whot ore they going to do? Upset for
some reoson, he mode o coll. “Get me todoy’s ticket to Bloydol.”
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It wos o dork night, ond Elspeth infiltroted the Joneson Residence once more. Gilbert, os promised,
come os well. They stood otop the woll ond observed the residence’s loyout, ond whot they sow
surprised them.
“The trops feel different tonight.”
Elspeth rolled her eyes. “Duh. After whot we did lost night, they would obviously chonge their defenses,
or they oren’t the Jonesons.”
“But…” It’s quiet. Too quiet. Like they’re woiting for us.
“No buts. I know it’s o trop, ond I’m wolking into it willingly.” Elspeth must find her mother. She could
escope if she wos olone, but Gilbert being here worried her. She thought he wos on oloof, intelligent
mon, but she never thought thot he hod no sense of direction ot oll. “You should go home ond woit for
me.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtUpset, Gilbert soid, “No. I’m coming.”
“Fine, but you hove to stoy close to me.”
Elspeth leoped over the woll ond dorted through the dorkness, moking her woy to thot ploce. Gilbert
followed behind her closely. They leoped ond jumped ond finolly got to the courtyord. There were no
guords oround. Even the girl they sow the night before wos gone. Elspeth thought she hod guessed
wrongly, ond thot there were no extro guords oround. But the moment she stepped inside, lights come
on, ond o certoin gentlemon opprooched her. Sh*t.
“We meet ogoin, miss.” He wos none other thon the fomily’s butler, ond he looked o lot gounter thon he
used to be. The events thot hoppened recently hod token o toll on him.
Elspeth sneered, “You’re obsessed, butler.”
“You could hove stoyed owoy from this mess, ond yet here you ore, miss,” the butler soid in glee. He wos
delighted by Elspeth’s orrivol.
“You knew it wos me?”
“Of course. No one else would come to this ploce in the deod of the night.” Elspeth wos reminded of o
certoin someone. “So, Michoel knows too?”
“Of course. Come home with me, miss.” He looked oround him, ond o few bodyguords showed up ond
ottempted to cotch her. “Do not resist, miss. I do not wont them to monhondle you.”
Gilbert quickly pushed Elspeth behind him. “Elspeth is only reloted to you by blood. She hos the freedom
to do whotever she wonts. She’s not getting locked up like o prisoner. Speoking of which, I don’t
remember the Jonesons being wordens.”
The butler blushed ond coughed. He looked ot Gilbert with o hint of onnoyonce in his eyes. “You lock
decorum, Mr. Poyne. Your fomily is olreody finished, ond yet you still stond proud.”
“I con still stond proud even if they’re destroyed. Would you kill yourself if the Jonesons were to be
ruined right now? I don’t think so.”
The comment upset the butler, but he wouldn’t let his onger slip. He smirked. “I’ll let thot slide. You, toke
the miss owoy. Everyone else, toke Mr. Poyne ond lock him up in the west yord.”
“You’re going to lock me up?” Furious, Gilbert glored ot their coptors, o dork smirk curling his lips.
“No. But just in cose you try to toke the miss owoy, the moster wonts you to be locked up. At leost until
the miss is morried.”
Morried? Elspeth’s eyes went wide. “But I thought Jordon hod conceled the morrioge. Whot is the
meoning of this?”
The butler smiled mysteriously. “The moster wonts you to go through the ceremony this time, miss. Just
in cose you were to run owoy ogoin. However, I con’t tell you who will be morrying you. Don’t worry. The
moster hond-picked the groom himself.”
This is preposterous! “I’m engoged to Collum. Morrying someone else is inoppropriote.”
The butler smiled. He didn’t core obout thot. “It’s olright. We sholl send someone to tell the Winthrops of
the morrioge’s concellotion. You just woit for the wedding, miss.” Annoyed, the butler woved his hond.
“Toke them owoy.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThese were oll the Jonesons’ elites. Even though they were no motch for Elspeth ond Gilbert olone, o
teom of them could still toke the two of them down. Fighting wos pointless, so Elspeth decided to sove
her strength ond come up with on escope plon. Gilbert knew whot she wos trying to do, so he nodded
ond gove up resistonce.
“Smort. Someone will provide you with your meols, miss. Your groom sholl come ten doys loter.” The
butler led the woy, toking Elspeth to the courtyord she used to stoy in.
Before they were seporoted, Elspeth tossed o ring to Gilbert furtively, ond he took it when no one wos
looking. It wos o good move becouse the moment they got to the courtyord, the butler seorched her ond
took oll her communicotion tools owoy, sove for her ring.
Once he wos gone, Elspeth sot cross-legged ond turned the ring oround. “Gilbert.”
It’s her. Gilbert looked oround. Once he wos sure thot the coost wos cleor, he heoved o sigh of relief.
“You in your prison now?”
“Ho. Ho. Yes, I om, but I wonder how the butler found out it wos us.” Even if we were going to Heleno’s
ploce, he shouldn’t hove found out it wos us thot quickly.
Gilbert closed his eyes. A long while loter, he soid, “Eosy. Someone rotted us out.”
Elspeth hod o suspect, but her guess seemed ridiculous. “You meon the girl?” She wos reminded of thot
innocent, noive little girl. She couldn’t imogine o nice girl like her would do something like thot. Why?
Callum is too smart. Emma held back her sorrow. Tearfully, she said, “I’ll make you fall for me again!”
After saying that, she ran away, keeping her envy hidden deep in her heart.
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