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qIt had only been half an hour since she had found out that the water source had been
tampered with. How is it possible that the maids have already prepared a milk bath for me
so quickly?
The maids had even prepared a water dispenser by the basin as well as a pail of clean
water for her to brush up.
Furthermore, the water sources had all been cut off for the time being. Not only would it
be a hassle to clean oneself, but cooking and drinking would be a huge issue as well. Yet,
no one in the castle seemed to be panicking. Everything was still running like clockwork.
Something's amiss.
Francesca found it odd, but she was unwilling to suspect William.
Perhaps it's because they have been so used to being targeted that they have a backup
plan for everything. That way, they will most likely be more at ease...
At that thought, Francesca could not help but feel bad for them. She quickly got rid of the
lingering suspicions.
Once she had freshened up, she returned to the bedroom and pick her phone up. Still no
calls nor messages from Danrique.
From the looks of it, he truly was angry.
Francesca was speechless. Too tired to explain the situation to him, she decided to just go
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtto bed with the phone still on silent.
The seemingly peaceful night was far from so.
In the middle of the night, a sudden bolt of thunder jolted Francesca awake. Narrowing her
eyes, she gazed out the window. Bolts of thunder followed flashes of lightning as the
howling wind caused the trees to sway from side to side. The rustling leaves on the
quivering branches looked like a monster in the dark.
Despite the chaos outside the window, she was not in the least afraid. She simply covered
her ears, rolled over, and continued to sleep.
When she fell asleep once again, she did not wake up till the next morning.
All of a sudden, somebody called out from outside the door, “Ms. Felch, Ms. Felch...”
Irritated that she was awakened from her slumber, Francesca hugged her pillow as she
mumbled lazily, “What is it?”
“The results are out...” the man behind the door answered meekly.
Francesca's eyes immediately snapped open as she hurried out of bed. “Give me a
moment.”
She rushed into the bathroom to freshen up as quickly as possible and changed. Pulling
her hair up into a ponytail, she opened the door. “What's the situation?”
“No one went to the main water tank, but someone sneaked into the storeroom to get rid
of the evidence. We have already caught the person.”
“Lead the way.”
Francesca followed the subordinate into the basement.
William and a few of his trusted advisors were conducting an interrogation. A young boy
was kneeling on the ground with both his hands tied up. His mouth was sealed by a piece
of tape as he lowered his head, his body trembling in fear.
“Didn't you say everyone here has been working here for a long time, and the only young
ones are your bodyguards?” Francesca observed the boy carefully. “Who's this?”
“Ms. Felch, this is Marc. He's Mr. Murray's—the gardener's—nephew. Because Mr. Murray is
sick, he has been taking over his uncle's job and has been in the castle for three months
now. He looks quite honest. No one would have thought that he would be bribed...” one of
the subordinates answered.
“Mmmph!”
When Marc heard that, he widened his eyes and shook his head nonstop. However, with
his mouth taped, he could not get a single word out.
Doubt crept into Francesca's heart as she looked at the boy's clear eyes. She found it hard
to believe that he was the spy. With a step forward, she ripped the tape off of his mouth.
“What do you have to say for yourself?”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe boy quickly explained himself but spoke in an unusual tongue. A foreign language
echoed in the room. Francesca could not understand a single word. Without a choice, she
turned to William. “What did he say?”
William shook his head as well before turning to look at one of his subordinates.
“He's still denying it. He said that he had been tricked. That was why he had helped
transport the essential oils into the castle,” one of the subordinates explained.
“He only transported the essential oils? Then who was the informant?” Francesca asked.
“Him as well,” the subordinate answered immediately.
“That doesn't seem right.” Francesca was perplexed. “He doesn't even know how to speak
the language of Danontand nor the languages of the neighboring countries. How could he
have been the informant?”
“It's true that he can't speak nor write the language very well. That's why he took photos
on his phone and conveyed the information via messages.”
The subordinate took out an old phone that had been smashed and handed it to
Francesca. “Here. This is his phone.”
Francesca had never been tech-savvy. She could use the newest gadgets that most people
were using, but the phone she had been handed was an old model. Its functions were also
fully in the language of Danontand. Thus, she could not make heads or tails out of it.
The subordinate opened the phone's gallery and showed her the photos. There were a lot
of photos of the ins and outs of the castle, including a photo that showed Francesca
arriving at the castle.
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