Chapter 299 Meeting Myst
Looks like it’s going to snow soon…
Come to think of it… Christmas is almost here…
Tilda used to spend every Christmas at the Jensons’ house. Back then, even though the Jensons didn’t like her much, they still let her join the family Christmas party out of respect for their blood ties. The gifts they gave Tilda were always the leftovers after Kyla picked through everything first. Even so, Tilda–who hadn’t given up hope on the Jensons yet–was still grateful, treating those gifts like treasures and never even daring to unwrap them.
I’m getting carried away again…
This year, who will I spend Christmas with? Where will I celebrate?
Just as Tilda’s mind was swirling with thoughts, the call connected.
“Is this Tilda?”
Myst had already guessed who was on the other end.
“How did you know it was me? Just from a random number?”
“Because only people I personally approve can reach this private number.”
Feeling Myst’s trust, Tilda was a little surprised and flattered. At the same time, she grew even more curious about Myst’s true identity.
“Myst, you left this number because you wanted to be friends, right? I’m doing what you wanted–calling you. Why don’t we meet up and talk?”
“Of course. Just send me your location, and I’ll have my driver pick you up.”
“…Alright.”
After hanging up, Tilda went to the next room to tell Andy about it.
“Tilda, are you sure you want to go? I don’t think Myst is a bad guy, but he’s way too mysterious. Don’t forget who you really are. You’re the Dark Web Queen. If you head off alone into unfamiliar territory and something goes wrong, it’s no joke!”
Andy was calm and rational, seeing how serious the situation could be.
“That’s why I’m counting on you.”
Tilda shrugged, giving Andy a look full of trust.
“With you around, what do I have to be afraid of? Seriously, haha.”
“You… I guess I’ve spoiled you too much. Now you’re so fearless, not even as cautious as you used to be. Tilda, take care of yourself, okay? You’ve got your whole life ahead of you.”
Andy sighed and poked Tilda’s forehead.
“Don’t worry, Andy. I value my life more than anyone. As long as I’m alive, I get to see you all every day and live happy and free.
“I really believe Myst isn’t a bad person. He’s like Dane… he gives me a really special feeling. Of course, just in case, I’ve already thought of a backup plan. With you protecting me, I’m totally confident.”
“If you say so, then I’ll go along with it.”
Tilda sent her location to Myst.
An hour later, a stretch Rolls-Royce pulled up at the hotel entrance. Tilda got in and waved to Andy. Andy gave her an “OK” sign.
The driver was an older man, probably around 60, wearing glasses and radiating a gentlemanly vibe. Judging by his skin and features, he was definitely from Cetherland.
“Ms. Tilda, I’m Myst’s butler. Just call me Buck.” Buck Keller spoke respectfully.
Tilda nodded.
They rode in silence. Eventually, the car arrived at a mansion.
It was very cold in color. Maybe it was because it was winter. Motrar’s winters were freezing. All the leaves had fallen. The trees were bare, weighed down by last night’s snow. The fountain out front had frozen solid.
With Buck leading the way, Tilda entered the villa. It looked like an old Lucien-style mansion, the décor full of history. She took off her coat, unzipped her puffer jacket, pulled off her gloves, and stuffed her hands in her pockets as she walked inside. It was much warmer in the house. She passed through the foyer, glancing around.
Everything about Myst and the whole mansion feels… so little. There’s barely anything here. Except for the essentials, the rest was empty.
Buck seemed to notice Tilda’s curiosity and explained, “The young master travels the world for work, so he’s rarely at the mansion. He doesn’t like buying things he doesn’t need.”
Tilda smiled slightly. “That’s actually a lot like me… and someone else I know.”
“Please wait here for a moment, Ms. Tilda. I’ll let the young master know you’ve arrived. He’s probably resting at this hour.”
“Alright.”
After Buck left, Tilda wandered around the living room. Her gaze suddenly stopped on a painting. It was a picture of a blue sky with white clouds, painted in bold strokes. A bright flaming star-patterned flag waved in the breeze. Fiery red, full of energy, bursting with unstoppable, rising spirit. Tilda could feel it… just how much soul, focus, and passion Myst had poured into that painting.