Marie’s fingers curled slightly. After a brief moment of hesitation, he relinquished his hold on Scarlet. He lowered his head and checked Felicia’s condition, finding her merely unconscious. Her breathing and pulse were steady, easing his concerns.
Scarlet wanted to retrieve Felicia, but Maurice’s cold gaze pinned her in place. She felt a strange certainty that he hadn't killed her only because of Felicia. One more step, and he wouldn't hesitate. Not to mention his numerous subordinates. The situation was precarious.
Scarlet took a deep breath and stood still, a touch of mockery playing on her lips. “You’ve been tracking us for quite some time, haven’t you, Mr. Glovers?”
Back in Khogend, Scarlet had sensed it. Around Felicia’s clinic and villa, she’d felt watched, though she found no evidence. She'd initially believed it was simple surveillance, observing Felicia’s movements, lurking in the shadows. There'd been a hint of protectiveness, no malice. She'd even mentioned it to Felicia, who, already aware, had casually dismissed it: “Let them be. Don’t mind it.”
Today, those people revealed themselves. Scarlet hadn't expected the mastermind to be so significant: Maurice Glovers, head of the Glovers family in Ab.
As expected, Maurice’s tone was laced with careless laziness as he coldly remarked, “You should be glad you’re Felicia’s subordinate. Otherwise, you wouldn’t even have a chance to speak.” The sentence was a clear signal: he wouldn't harm Felicia—at least not for now. She wasn't his enemy.
Scarlet’s eyes flickered. Maurice ignored her, taking out a handkerchief to gently wipe the sweat from Felicia’s forehead, his fingertip brushing her furrowed brows. Felicia tossed and turned, her face unusually pale, deeply unsettled even in her sleep.
Maurice asked, “Who did this to her?”
Scarlet pointed in the direction of the fleeing robed man. “He ran away. We failed to catch him.” After a pause, she continued, “My boss is being controlled. Every time she loses consciousness, she transforms. I’m always by her side to restrain or subdue her.”
Scarlet kept her eyes on Maurice. She caught a fleeting look of shock and anger. Relieved, she raised an eyebrow. “The person controlling my boss… we nearly captured him, but he escaped.”
Maurice turned to his subordinates, his expression cold. “Go investigate!”
“Yes, sir!”
When the robed man fled, Maurice and his men had arrived, catching a glimpse of him. However, given the circumstances, finding him was akin to searching for a needle in a haystack. His subordinates exchanged glances and quickly dispersed, pursuing the robed man. Maurice then asked, “How long has this been going on?”