Chapter 892:

Holding the cigarette, Brook’s initial urge to smoke faded. He retorted, “Didn’t I tell you to stay put on Jayden’s turf? Why did you leave?”

Elyse replied with a forced smile, “A killer’s invaded Jayden’s territory. Was I supposed to stay in the villa and get killed?”

Brook was silent for what felt like an eternity, leaving Elyse wondering if he would release her.

But suddenly, Brook pulled a gun from his pocket and aimed it at the maid. His voice was firm. “Get in the car quietly, or I’ll shoot. Two lives will be lost. Consider your options carefully.”

Rigid with shock and anger, the maid snapped, “Despicable! Ms. Lloyd, even if it costs my life, I’ll ensure your escape.”

Overhearing this, Elyse sighed deeply. Gently touching the maid’s shoulder, she said with resignation, “Please, let’s not talk of dying. It’s too grim. You shouldn’t sacrifice your life for me; it’s yours.” Turning to Brook, she pleaded, “Please, don’t shoot. I’ll come with you.”

Brook gestured toward the vehicle. “Get in first!”

The maid looked at Elyse with wide, disbelieving eyes. “Ms. Lloyd, you mustn’t go with him. He’s untrustworthy.”

Ignoring the maid’s plea, Elyse pressed Brook. “If I leave with you, will you assure me the gardener won’t harm anyone?”

“Sorry. He’s an assassin hired by the Hudsons. I don’t know his orders, nor can I countermand them,” Brook confessed, holding open the passenger door. With a grave tone, he insisted, “Get inside. You’ll be safe with me.”

Elyse paused briefly before accepting the inevitable and headed toward Brook’s vehicle.

The maid didn’t want Elyse to leave with Brook; she knew of his connection to Enzo, who had already caused Elyse to lose a child. The maid dreaded what might happen if Brook took Elyse away.

Clutching Elyse’s hand, she said weakly, “If anything happens to you, Mr. Jayden Owen won’t survive it.”

Elyse found this amusing. “That’s quite an exaggeration.”

Shaking her head, the maid persisted, “I mean it. After your divorce, he lost his spark and was in a sour mood for months. Even Driscoll said he seemed like a walking dead.”

Hearing this, Elyse felt a surge of emotions. She hadn’t known Jayden’s condition post-divorce and assumed he’d been happy.

With a faint sigh, she gently freed her hand and said reluctantly, “He has a gun. If we resist, we’re both dead. He won’t hesitate.”