Chapter 470

Jeremy returned to his seaside castle. After entering, the heavy castle door slowly closed. Morwen's emissary followed closely, stopping only when he could go no further. He hid in the nearby bushes, unwilling to leave for fear Jeremy might return while he was absent.

About half an hour later, the castle door opened again. The man cautiously peeked out, seeing only a few servants exiting. He continued to wait. Unbeknownst to him, these servants blended into the crowd, changing their appearances several times before finally leaving the Azure Sea Royal Family on a ship, unnoticed.

Jeremy stood on the ship's deck, facing the salty breeze. He touched his disguised face—an unremarkable visage. He wondered if Tiffany would recognize him. Anticipation filled his heart.

It was late. When Richard left the company, his driver followed closely, asking, “Mr. Hampton, are you returning to Royal Bay?”

“No, I’m going to the Kelley family,” Richard replied, entering the car. His cold eyes remained calm.

The driver hesitated, then explained, “Mr. Richard, Mr. Hank is at Royal Bay. He has an urgent matter…” Richard frowned. He did, however, have a question for Hank, so he said, “Drive.”

“Yes, sir.” The car sped off.

A few hundred yards from Royal Bay, the driver spotted a girl squatting by the door. “Why hasn’t that girl left?” he exclaimed.

As the car approached and the gates opened, Grelle, hearing the commotion, looked up expectantly. She had waited all day, determined to see Richard.

The car stopped in the courtyard. The driver opened the door, and Richard emerged. His handsome face, illuminated by moonlight, was offset by his cold, sharp eyes, making Grelle's heart race. She held her breath, her gaze filled with longing.

She ran toward him, calling, “Richard…” Her words were laced with longing.

But two staff members blocked her path. Grelle struggled, whimpering, “Richard…” She yearned for his gaze. Hearing her, Richard frowned and slowly turned, meeting her eyes for the first time.

Before she could rejoice, his gaze turned cold, filled with killing intent and viciousness. “Throw her out,” he commanded.

Before she could react, he left, and his subordinates dragged her away. To prevent her return, they drove her down the mountain, saying, “Don’t do this again. It won’t help.”

Royal Bay, built along a mountain, offered stunning scenery but was difficult to reach on foot. Their action was meant to dissuade her.

Grelle fell to the ground, her hope fading. The cold night chilled her, but Richard's cold gaze was far more painful. Hugging her knees, tears streamed down her face. “Why can’t you give me any attention? How am I inferior to Tiffany?” The wind carried her words away.

At Royal Bay, Garry and Sidney slumped on the sofa, punished and unable to rise after their afternoon whipping. John, whipped a hundred times, remained bedridden.

Hank, sitting on another sofa, waited with growing impatience. “Outrageous! This is simply outrageous!” he fumed. His servant remained silent.

Richard entered. Hank snorted, “What took you so long? Two hours!” He would have left if anyone else had kept him waiting.

Richard’s cold eyes met his. “I didn’t ask you to wait.”

“You…” Hank sputtered, enraged.

“What do you want?” Richard removed his jacket, unbuttoning his shirt. His cold eyes, shrouded in a fog, hinted at danger. He was clearly in a foul mood.

Hank’s face darkened. “I’m here to check on your injuries. Why wasn’t I informed? Do you still care about me?”

Richard’s insincere smile and cold demeanor spoke volumes. “What do you want?”

Hank said, “Your fifth brother is back. Give him a job at your company.”

Richard chuckled cynically. “How could a good-for-nothing gambler help me?”

Hank slammed the table. “Is that how you speak to your father?”

Richard, about to dismiss him, asked, “Did someone deliberately provoke you at the engagement party?”