Chapter 345

Percival's gaze deepened, his thin lips moving slightly. Then his broad hand closed firmly over her delicate fingertips as he said, "Accept it."

"You've already helped suppress the poison many times, extending my life for so long. I'm deeply grateful. If it's beyond your power, there's no need to blame yourself," Percival added.

Odalys looked at his large hand tightly clasping hers. She didn't pull away, letting him hold it.

"Has there been any movement from the old man we brought back from the village?" Odalys asked suddenly.

After returning Brandon to Crownridge, she hadn't seen him again.

"No, he's been very quiet. He hasn't made any demands or shown any intention to contact the outside world. My people have been watching him closely, but they also find his behavior somewhat unusual," Percival replied.

Odalys fell silent at his words.

"Let's go see him," she said softly. "The quieter someone is, the bigger the move they're planning."

"Do you want to rest for a while? You haven't had a proper break since this morning," Percival said, his voice tinged with concern. He had never seen a woman work so tirelessly.

This morning, Odalys had gone to the company, stormed into the Monolith Hotel with several artists, and taken control of the entire venue, avenging Dorian in the process. Afterward, she returned to deal with matters, fiercely confronting members of the Bennett family. After dinner at the Stewart Villa, she even read his fortune. The amount of energy she had expended would exhaust even a man, yet she continued on. She then followed him to the hospital, dealt with Edie, and went to the police station to confront the Bennett family. Now, here they were, and she still hadn't taken a moment to rest.

"It's fine. Let's meet him first. Now that Windsor has returned to Crownridge, I'm sure our efforts at the hotel wouldn't have been for nothing," Odalys said with a cold laugh. She thrived on challenges. "My uncle will return soon, too. Otherwise, all our efforts at"

Seeing her resolve, Percival tightened his grip on her hand. "Callum, head to the villa in the suburbs," he ordered in a low voice.

Callum, seated in the driver's seat, nodded quickly. "Yes."

The suburban villa was a three-story building. Though luxurious from the outside, it was heavily guarded, and the eerie silence inside gave a foreboding impression. While it appeared empty, guards were stationed covertly.

The Maybach slowly pulled up in front of the villa. A bodyguard rushed over to open the car door.

After stepping out, Percival opened the door for Odalys. Turning to the bodyguard, he said, "You've all worked hard recently. You've earned the night off."

"Have Callum give you one thousand dollars each as a bonus," Percival said firmly.

The bodyguards erupted with joy. "Thank you, Mr. Stewart!"

Percival nodded slightly.

The bodyguard quickly gathered everyone. Callum handed over six hundred thousand dollars and said, "This month, your bonus has an additional one hundred and fifty thousand dollars. This is from Mr. and Mrs. Stewart. Treat yourselves to something nice!"

The guards eagerly accepted the money. The Stewarts were known for their generosity, which ensured loyalty. With such benefits, there were never any traitors among their staff. As a result, generations of servants and bodyguards remained devoted to serving the Stewart family.

Chapter 343

"Understood," the bodyguards said enthusiastically, leaving the villa with their rewards.

The villa quickly emptied. Callum remained outside, pulling out a handgun and leaning against a post, staying alert. Dismissing the bodyguards ensured their conversation that night would remain confidential.

"I'll keep watch outside," Callum said, turning to Percival.

Percival nodded and led Odalys into the villa. The automatic door opened with facial recognition, revealing pitch darkness inside. With a snap of Percival's fingers, the lights instantly came on, illuminating the entire villa. The interior was sparsely decorated, with a simplicity that enhanced a sense of oppression.

"In this kind of environment, he can still remain composed. That's impressive," Odalys remarked quietly.

Percival led Odalys down a quiet corridor toward the basement. Their footsteps echoed on the staircase as they reached an iron door. Percival opened it and stepped inside.

The room contained only a simple bed. On it lay an older man, asleep. Hearing the approaching footsteps, he jolted upright. When his eyes landed on Percival's chiseled face, his expression shifted dramatically. "Mr. Stewart!" Brandon stammered.

His gaze then moved to Odalys, who stood behind Percival. The smile on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a flicker of fear in his eyes.

"Mister, long time no see," Odalys greeted calmly.

She pulled out a chair nearby, sat down, and crossed her legs casually. Her indifferent gaze locked on the man. Though she appeared relaxed, an invisible pressure seemed to weigh heavily in the room.

"Miss Stone, what brings you here?" Brandon asked, his voice trembling.

Odalys stared at him with a touch of mockery in her smile. She leaned forward slightly, meeting his gaze, her voice low and measured. "Of course, I'm here to see you. Your son's health has been deteriorating."

Odalys remarked, "I purged the poison from his body before, but it seems he couldn't survive. You tried to change his fate, hoping to escape the troubles of city life and leverage the Stewart family's fortune to bring prosperity to your descendants. But in the end, your wife, daughter-in-law, and grandson all died by your hand. And now, you're about to lose your son as well. His life seemed to matter to you before, but deep down, it was all an act, wasn't it?"

Her tone was calm, but her words sent chills down Brandon's spine. He had already experienced Odalys's abilities back in the village. She had an uncanny knack for foreseeing events as if she could predict the future.

"Besides, you weren't the only survivor from that village. That lecherous bachelor who lived next door to you… do you think he knows nothing?" Odalys added, her tone enticing yet menacing.

Brandon remained silent. He pretended to be calm, but his trembling fingers betrayed him, despite his efforts to suppress his emotions.

"Windsor is back in Crownridge," Percival stood behind Odalys, his magnetic voice suddenly rang out. That single sentence made Brandon's head snap up, his previous calmness shattering instantly.

"I don't understand what you're talking about," Brandon said, his voice trembling.

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