Chapter 551

The voice gradually faded and dissipated. His Majesty was merely asleep; his breathing was weak, but present, his heartbeat clear.

Tiffany breathed a sigh of relief and turned to Jeremy. "Get me a basin of water."

Jeremy obeyed immediately. A few minutes later, he brought hot water. Tiffany wrung out a hot towel and carefully wiped His Majesty's face, hands, and feet. She then rose to leave, but Jeremy started to follow. Tiffany stopped him. "Stay here. Don't go anywhere."

The palace guards weren't completely reliable; her own infiltration proved that. Others might use similar, or even more effective, methods, with far more malicious intentions. If they targeted His Majesty, success would be easy.

Jeremy, however, was vigilant. Since arriving at the Azure Sea Royal Family, he'd been diligently guarding the palace, fearing something would happen to His Majesty.

Upon hearing Tiffany's words, Jeremy nodded. "Do you remember the diamond pendant I gave you? If you need manpower, use it. No one in the Azure Sea Royal Family will disobey your orders."

His Majesty had given Jeremy the pendant before leaving for Lovell City. It represented control over half the royal family's authority. Although the entire Azure Sea Royal Family belonged to Tiffany, His Majesty's coma and her unrevealed identity made the pendant essential.

"Okay."

Tiffany removed the guard's clothes and openly walked out. Perhaps the guard captain had already instructed his subordinates, as she passed unhindered.

She went directly to the nearby Treasure Pavilion. Her recent challenges there were still fresh in her mind, yet here she was again. Shaking her head, she knocked on the door.

The previous managers were demoted; a tall man now occupied their position. The former managers were sweeping the floor.

Chapter 551 (continued)

The two former managers were initially delighted and surprised to see her, but their expressions quickly changed. They signaled her to leave immediately—the place was dangerous.

Tiffany remained. She had a purpose. Their anxious pleas intensified—she needed to leave now.

Just then, the current manager, a tall, strong man, yawned and awoke. Seeing Tiffany, he was initially stunned, then carefully compared her to photos on his computer, jumping up excitedly.

"Miss, is your name Tiffany Kelley?"

Tiffany raised an eyebrow. "Yes."

She saw the computer screen; it resembled an arrest warrant—her photo with text likely stating that if she returned to challenge the level, she should be killed within the Treasure Pavilion, with a million-dollar reward.

Morwen is so petty. Is my life only worth a million dollars? Tiffany thought. No wonder Michael was so excited. The former managers were probably demoted for failing to kill me, indirectly because of me.

Michael’s excitement grew at her confirmation. "Wonderful, Miss Kelley! Are you here to challenge the level? Please, come in."

A walking million dollars, Michael thought. If I keep her inside…

He practically pushed her inside. The demoted former managers looked troubled, wanting to stop her but fearing for their own safety.

Tiffany had previously cleared the level, easily bypassing the traps. But Morwen had modified everything; the traps were now lethal. A thief had recently been killed by them. His remains were…unspeakable. Morwen clearly wanted someone dead.

Looking at the open checkpoint, Tiffany smiled and walked forward, but paused, turning with a mocking smile. "Sulfuric acid? Who came up with this vicious idea? You?"

She looked at the obsequious Michael. Murder flashed in her eyes. Seeing her hesitate, Michael's face darkened. He reached out to push her. "Smelly girl, hurry up!"

Tiffany nimbly dodged; Michael, unable to stop his momentum, fell forward, activating the trap. Sulfuric acid splashed down.

"Ah!" Michael fled, luckily avoiding most of it, but suffering a painful burn.

Tiffany's mouth twitched. She turned to the demoted managers. "Close the mechanisms. The Treasure Pavilion is your responsibility again. Dismantle these traps."

Her casual yet commanding tone compelled obedience. They nodded and obeyed.

Tiffany took the elevator to the eighth floor, where a large black bear, confined and enraged, was kept. But as her familiar scent reached it, the bear rose, recognizing her.

"Big guy, I'm here to pick you up."