Chapter 683

Part 1:

Tiffany lifted her head, unease shimmering in her eyes. "Do I really not need to worry?" Jeremy's call echoed in her mind; Richard was at the Azure Sea Royal Family palace. But when she pressed for details, he'd been evasive, his tone hesitant and conflicted. Jeremy, usually calm and composed, was acting strangely. She couldn't understand why.

Unanswered questions weighed heavily on her. She hoped for clarity upon arrival. She lowered her head, silent.

Nearby, the bound Morwen let out a mocking laugh. "Maybe he's just moved on to someone else." Her Double Love Poison had failed, but not her penchant for trouble. Even a baseless claim brought her twisted satisfaction. Morwen was smug.

Tiffany smiled faintly. "You should worry about yourself. Once we reach the Azure Sea Royal Family, do you think your title as Saintess will still mean anything?"

Morwen's smirk froze. Since her capture, she'd been held in a dark, damp cell, gaunt and withered from confinement. Her radiant appearance was gone. Returning to the Azure Sea Royal Family in this state would shatter her reputation and influence. Worse, King Deacon Affleck would surely retaliate for her attempts to harm Tiffany.

A chill ran down her spine, silencing her as she retreated to the corner, plotting escape. Tiffany, seeing through her, chuckled. Trying to run? Not a chance.

Grabbing a throw pillow, Tiffany's gaze lingered on Morwen, a subtle, devious smile playing on her lips. During the last castle incident, Morwen had almost exposed the person who poisoned Tiffany's grandfather, Deacon, before escaping through a window, rescued by a shadowy figure. This time, Tiffany wouldn't let her succeed.

Feeling exhausted, Tiffany yawned and signaled discreetly to June. "I'm tired. Wake me when we arrive."

"Understood," June replied respectfully, watching Tiffany retreat to her quarters. Straightening, June glanced at Morwen, displeasure evident. "Take her to the back and lock her up," she ordered.

"Yes," two guards answered in unison. Consumed by thoughts of escape, Morwen surprisingly complied, offering no resistance as the guards led her away.

Part 2:

The spacious private jet accommodated Tiffany's guards and servants. Morwen, confined to the storage area, carefully surveyed her surroundings. Time was running out—about two hours until landing. She had to act.

She spotted a rusty piece of metal, a remnant of an old soda can, in an inconspicuous corner. With bound hands and feet, her movements awkward, she rolled across the floor, finally grabbing the metal. Sweat dripped from her brow.

The rope was thick, but with persistence and the right angle, she began sawing, inch by inch. She didn't dare stop.

Just as the plane prepared for landing, a drowsy guard wandered in, yawning. He bent to pull Morwen up, but she didn't budge. Surprised, he looked down; Morwen flashed a chillingly sweet smile, then struck him unconscious.

Quickly, she stripped him of his uniform, the small size proving fortuitous. The plane landed; Tiffany was awakened. Before she disembarked, her subordinates exited first. Morwen blended among them, anxious but unnoticed, as the guards focused on Tiffany's exit.

A quiet sigh of relief escaped her lips. She slipped away unnoticed. Her freedom felt surreal, her escape too easy. But after so long in captivity, it made sense everyone had lowered their guard.

Morwen's face brimmed with confidence. Her chance had arrived. This time, Tiffany would meet her end. She moved with purpose.

Part 3:

Back on the private jet, Tiffany stepped out leisurely. "Did she run?" she asked.

June nodded. "Just as you predicted."

"Good," Tiffany replied. She had intentionally allowed Morwen to escape. "Have someone follow her closely. Report any developments immediately."

After disembarking, Tiffany entered her car; the entourage departed for the Azure Sea Royal Family palace.

At the palace entrance, Jeremy awaited. Tiffany spotted him and asked eagerly, "Where is Richard?"

Jeremy hesitated. "I'm not certain where Mr. Hampton is, but I'm sure he's here, somewhere within the palace."

"Does anyone else know?"

"No."

"Good. Keep it that way." Tiffany's anxiety dissipated. She added casually, "I'm going to check on my grandpa."

Jeremy, caught off guard by her calm demeanor, walked beside her. "Mrs. Hampton, aren't you worried?"

"Worried about what?" she asked absently.

"Worried that Mr. Hampton might have another woman? Otherwise, why else would he have disappeared so suddenly?" Jeremy's voice was light, making his intention unclear.

Tiffany froze, slowly turning to him. "Impossible," she stated firmly, her gaze steady, her confidence unwavering. "There's no chance of that." She believed in Richard, as he believed in her. Although he'd been gone for days, she only worried about his safety; her faith remained unshaken.