It usually got dark out early in the winter, which meant that dusk would have fallen by a little past 6:00 pm.

The housekeeper, Michelle Mercer, stood outside Tessa’s room and knocked gently. “Ms. Yates, it’s time for dinner.”

Tessa sniffed. Her throat was slightly hoarse as she replied, “I won’t be eating tonight.”

Michelle did not seem to have heard her and knocked again. “Ms. Yates, are you asleep?”

Wiping her tears away, Tessa got up from her bed and tidied herself up. Then, she walked over to open the door and explained, “I don’t have an appetite today. You can go ahead and have dinner yourself.”

At the sight of Tessa’s swollen eyes, Michelle’s expression changed. “Ms. Yates, did something happen?”

Tessa shook her head, her voice fresh from crying. “I’m fine.”

Feeling worried, Michelle asked, “Do you need me to contact Mr. Jacobson for you?”

She had unintentionally punched Tessa right in the gut with her question.

Tessa forced a smile that looked worse than crying. Trying to sound strong, she answered, “I’m fine. I think I’m just not used to living here yet, and I’m also a bit worried about my father’s condition. So, I couldn’t keep it in and broke down. You don’t have to worry about me.”

Michelle was not aware that Samuel had been hospitalized, but she did not ask any questions upon hearing Tessa’s reply.

She merely said, “Alright, as long as you’re fine. I thought that something had happened to you. Mr. Jacobson had instructed me to look for him if anything happens to you.

“He said that I should go to him if anything happens, even if it’s the mundane things like the food not suiting your taste buds or that you’re having trouble sleeping.”

Tessa froze momentarily before she asked, “Did he really say that?”

With a wide smile, Michelle replied. “He did, Ms. Yates. I can tell that Mr. Jacobson cares deeply about you.”

Tessa fell silent.

Michelle continued, “Then, you should rest first. If you need anything, just call me.

I can make something for you to eat.”

“There’s no need for me to trouble you. I won’t be eating anything tonight. You can rest once you’re done with everything.”

Looking slightly hesitant, Michelle

cajoled, “Mr. Jacobson has

instructed me to take good care of you. I’m living in the room diagonally across yours. You can knock on my door if you need anything.”

“Alright.”

…

Meanwhile, in another villa, James sat on the couch with his arms resting behind

his back and his legs crossed.

Although he seemed relaxed, there was a dangerous glint in his eyes He gritted his teeth and asked, “Are you telling me that the three of you had failed to get rid of the woman Stephen had with him?”

Grovelling on the ground was a man with bandages wrapped around his head and arms. He had driven the Aston Martin that chased Stephen down, intending to kill him.

However, after being shot at by Stephen, he crashed the car and sustained head injuries.

After being resuscitated in the hospital, he had ignored all of his injuries, yanking out all the needles attached to him and rushing to James’ villa to make his report.

The man’s face was extremely pale, but no one knew if it was from fear or his injuries. With a trembling voice, he answered, “T-That’s r-right…”

“Have you not found those two idiots?” James narrowed his eyes, which had a murderous glint.

Then, James’ bodyguard, Liam, leaned down to whisper, “Mr. Fullerton, I’ve just received notice that the police have found Jack’s and Charles’ bodies.”

Jack was the mercenary from Arcton and the one with the rifle.

Charles, on the other hand, was Orkfordian, and he was one of the assassins working under Liam.

They had both been in that Porsche 918 when it crashed into the rails and felloff a cliff. It was almost impossible for them to be alive, so it wasn’t surprising that the police had managed to find their bodies.

The only issue was that Jack had been holding onto his gun when he fell off the cliff. That meant that the gun was now in police custody, which posed an inconvenience.

James’ gaze turned sharp before he kicked the man before him harshly, not caring that he was badly injured. “You’re not needed anymore. Fuck off now!”