Miguel’s failed trap at Skythread Gorge had been meant to end both Arthur and Milton. If not for Quentin’s defiance, they’d be dead already. Now Miguel had sent his puppets to finish what he started.
But if that was the case, why did Elliana want to let Eva and Wanda in? Arthur and Milton exchanged confused glances, both turning to Elliana for an answer.
Elliana explained, “Eva and Wanda have been trained at Miguel’s base. They’re dangerous, yes, but if we let them in, we control the field. We can take them down before they act. If we drive them away, they’ll strike from the shadows—and desperate enemies are always the worst kind. I’d rather face them head-on and end this once and for all.”
Arthur understood instantly.
“Let them in,” he ordered the butler.
“Yes.” The butler bowed and hurried off.
Elliana and Cole walked into a small reception room with their twins. A crowded space would only make Eva and Wanda wary, delaying the inevitable.
Meanwhile, Arthur and Milton stayed in the living room. The place looked quiet, almost empty, but bodyguards waited unseen in every corner, a silent web ready to close in. Elliana and Cole monitored everything through the surveillance screens.
Moments later, Elliana’s phone buzzed with a video call from Rosemarie. She answered, surprised to see Quentin beside Rosemarie on the screen. Quentin had made it back to Ublento safely.
Rosemarie said, her voice trembling, “Elliana, thank you for saving my son. Your mother once saved my life, and now you’ve saved my son’s. We owe you more than words can express.”
Elliana smiled gently.
“You don’t owe me anything, Rosemarie. Quentin risked his life for my father and brother. Saving him was the least I could do. I’m just glad he’s back where he belongs.”
Quentin leaned into view, his tone serious.
“Elliana, I know Miguel. He’s cunning and cruel. He wouldn’t just let me walk away. Tell me—what did you promise him?”
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Looking into Quentin’s worried eyes, Elliana felt warmth bloom quietly inside her chest. Back in the snow-covered mountains, Miguel had mentioned that Quentin truly cared for her, but she hadn’t taken his words to heart then. Now, she did.
She could see it for herself—the sincerity shining in Quentin’s gaze left no room for doubt. A person’s eyes never lied, and his spoke volumes. He would rather face chains and death than let her risk herself for his freedom.
Touched by Quentin’s devotion, Elliana smiled softly.
“Don’t worry. I didn’t make any deals with Miguel. In fact, he walked right into my trap. Soon, he won’t be able to cause trouble anymore, and we’ll finally have some peace.”
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