Chapter 689

Daniel struggled to rise, but his body felt weak, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness. Just then, the door creaked open, so he quickly turned his head to look.

A figure stepped around the screen and entered. It was a woman.

She wore her hair in a loose bun, adorned with a delicate hairpin, and was wearing a pale blue top with white accents. Over it was draped a smoke-colored satin coat that flowed elegantly. She appeared to be in her forties, with only faint signs of aging on her face. Yet, her expression was stern and commanding, radiating the authority of someone in power.

Behind her, another person entered and moved a chair to the bedside. The woman then slowly sat down, her cold, sharp gaze locking onto Daniel's wide, confused eyes. "Who... who are you?"

Daniel had never met Eleanor, but he knew her status must be significant.

As Eleanor observed the panic in his eyes, an unsettling feeling surged within her. It was as if a flame had been doused by a sudden downpour, leaving no embers behind.

The two men's faces bore similarities, yet their demeanor and courage were worlds apart.

"Are you afraid of me?" Eleanor asked slowly, not bothering to conceal her disdain any longer.

"Who are you? Why did you bring me here?"

Daniel realized the likelihood of her bringing him here because of money was

and the Duke of Northwatch's families being in a state of heightened tension, which would undoubtedly lead to dissatisfaction and targeting from some people.

to having only cowards like you

means you have a purpose

by the distinctive pride that members of the Sinclair family

and smiled. "Yes, this is

and distant-that rejected her and kept her at arm's

on the bed, having

to lift his head in

was exhausted

words. His neck could barely support his head, which slumped back onto the pillow as he stared helplessly at the hand

missed hitting her. Instead,

on his face. The sensation of her watching him-yet seeming to look beyond him-sent shivers down

out!" Daniel roared from

fell flat. His voice lacked any real

leaning back in her chair with a languid demeanor. Her elbows rested on the armrests, her eyes sparkling with a

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