Chapter 895:

Satisfied, Elyse returned to her room. She remained a prisoner.

Brook quickly retrieved his phone and instructed a subordinate to bring him a violin. Within the hour, the instrument arrived with an unexpected guest connected to Charlie.

As Brook accepted the violin, he raised an eyebrow at the visitor and asked, “Might you be…?”

“I’m Rory Griffin, a friend of Charlie’s,” the man replied, extending a hand with a genial smile.

Brook, aware of Charlie’s notorious connections, responded cautiously and respectfully. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Griffin. What brings you here?”

Rory’s smile remained unwavering, his tone disarmingly calm.

“Charlie mentioned you might be holding Jayden Owen’s ex-wife. Is that true?”

Caught off guard, Brook wondered how Charlie knew about Elyse, given he’d suppressed all news of her.

“You’re here about Elyse Lloyd?” he asked carefully.

“Not personally,” Rory clarified, shaking his head. “Charlie wishes to see her. If she’s with you, would you consider letting us take her? Given the history between Charlie and your grandfather… well, you understand.”

After a pause, Brook hesitated. “I’m sorry, but I need to ask my grandfather before I can answer. Elyse Lloyd is very important to us.”

“Of course,” Rory replied with a nonchalant shrug, his smile confident, as if certain Enzo would comply.

Brook excused himself and entered a rarely used room. He called Enzo, detailing the situation and its pros and cons. Enzo’s response was curt. “Charlie wants Elyse? Let him have her. You can’t disappoint him.”

Stunned, Brook tried to argue, but Enzo hung up.

Brook pressed his lips together, a realization dawning. He didn’t want to relinquish Elyse to Charlie. The situation was chaotic. Even with Jayden, her safety wasn’t guaranteed. He’d hidden her to ensure her safety, at least temporarily.

Why was he so determined to protect Elyse? Brook avoided dwelling on it, fearing his feelings.

He spent a moment lost in thought. Finally, he set down the violin and went upstairs.

Elyse sat on the edge of her bed. Seeing him, she looked up, puzzled. “Why are you here? What’s going on?”

With a pained expression, Brook murmured, “You need to move.”