Chapter 545

It was one thing for her to be self-conceited. More importantly, if Morwen was under the same roof as Tiffany, what if she attacked Tiffany again, as she had twice before, only to be attacked in return? Or what if Tiffany tricked her again?

Right now, she only needed to devise a way to keep Tiffany there obediently. At night, she could send people to blow up the castle or throw in a dozen poisonous gas bombs—it was entirely up to her. In short, she couldn't let this opportunity slip away.

Then Morwen left with her head held high. The dozens of remaining subordinates guarded the castle, ostensibly for protection, but in reality, it was house arrest and surveillance. Garry and Sidney surely noticed this, but they assumed it was Morwen's disguised revenge for the Saintes' failed courtship of Richard. They figured Morwen would only cause minor trouble and wouldn't dare do more.

The group entered the castle. As Morwen had said, more than ten servants were there, but their eyes were cold, and they were all tall, strong, and skilled. Tiffany glanced at them nonchalantly and ordered, "Go and rest." They needed to rest and wait until nightfall to act.

June had no objections. She carried her luggage upstairs, chose a master bedroom, and checked for cameras or other dangers. Returning, she said, "Miss Kelley, go to sleep. I'll guard you."

Though comfortable on the private plane, Tiffany was tired from the long flight. She nodded and replied, "There's no need to guard. June, you should rest, too."

"Okay." June closed the door behind her.

Tiffany examined the bedroom before entering. Reaching the balcony, she squatted and carefully felt the wall's surface. She found an uneven pattern—a flower. It was a flower she'd scratched into the wood with a key as a child, while playing there and hiding Morwen, who was then a maid. The mark was faded after more than ten years, almost indiscernible without close inspection.

Tiffany’s lips curled into a cynical smile. Who would have thought that the little maid from over a decade ago had become the Saintess of the Azure Sea Royal Family? She was arrogant and conceited. And now… Tiffany couldn't even enter her home. It was ridiculous.

Tiffany slowly stood up. Her phone rang, interrupting her thoughts. It was Richard.

Chapter 343

Richard's deep voice came from the other end of the line: "Are you there?"

"Yes. We arrived a while ago."

"I'm almost finished here. I can be there tomorrow morning."

"Sure." Tiffany lay on the bed, clearly absentminded. Even her tone lacked its usual coquettishness.

Richard sensed her emotions. "Are you being troubled or bullied? Hit them back. Don't hurt your hands. Kick them with your feet."

Tiffany laughed. "You're so domineering. Does that mean you'll teach our children the same way when they're bullied? Sooner or later, you'll turn them into little devils."

Both were stunned. Tiffany almost bit her tongue. Richard's ambiguous laughter followed. "So you've even thought of our children. Alright, honey. I'll go over tonight."

Tiffany blushed. "Nonsense, I didn't! I just… I just blurted it out…"

"Aren't you just saying what's on your mind?"

"Unreasonable…"

Tiffany could feel Richard's smile. His usually cold voice was filled with joy. He coaxed, "Be good and wait for me." He'd moved his schedule to tonight. Why was she waiting for him? Of course, it was…

Tiffany didn't dare to think further. Her ears turned red. "I know, I know. That's all."

She hung up abruptly, the heat on her face slowly subsiding. She threw down her phone and went to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, she saw her clear eyes filled with emotion, her cheeks flushed, her expression charming.

She thought about what Richard had said that night: "You are a vixen…" The memory flooded her mind.

Tiffany scolded herself for being useless, washed her face, and threw herself back onto the bed. She covered her head with the blanket, forcing herself to calm down before finally falling asleep.

Chapter 543

It was only two o'clock in the afternoon. Tiffany had eaten lunch on the plane, so she wasn't hungry. She woke up at 3:30 p.m., washed up, and went downstairs. The living room was empty; the others hadn't woken yet.

She went to the top floor of the castle. She remembered a large clock there with an opening that offered a view of the roads and the men watching them. She reached the top floor unobstructed. Everything was as it had been ten years ago. Few people lived there.

Tiffany opened the clock, climbed up, and looked out. The entire street was visible. October Maples added splashes of red to the autumn scene.

She saw Morwen's subordinates blocking every entrance and exit—fifteen armed guards at every spot. All the large metal doors were closed, and the remote control keys were with the guards, meaning escape was impossible without luring them away. The walls were electrified—impossible to climb.

She raised her eyebrows. Morwen was learning from her mistakes. Having suffered losses before, she was smarter this time, trapping Tiffany in the castle and arranging guards to prevent escape. If Morwen created danger at night, escape would be impossible.

Tiffany surveyed her surroundings, closed the clock, and went downstairs.

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