Chapter 85

Far away in Riverdale, James suddenly sneezed. At this moment, his usually handsome features seemed a bit paler, but those eyes remained mysterious.

“Sir, are you feeling unwell again?” Wyatt asked, concern etched in his gaze.

James lifted a hand in dismissal. “I’m fine.”

“The auction doesn’t start until six this evening. Perhaps you should rest at the manor first?” Wyatt suggested with

care.

“No need. We’ll head straight to the venue later,” James replied, his voice crisp. After a brief pause, he turned his head, “Make sure to keep an eye on every individual who enters tonight.”

Wyatt nodded in understanding. “Understood. Should that person appear, we’ll make sure they don’t slip away,”

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they need that medicine, they will definitely show up,” Wyatt

her. Age and frailty soon took their toll, and Catherine drifted off

Mirabella quietly exited the room. As she reached the lobby via the elevator, she encountered Mandy, who, it seemed,

We need to talk,”

Mandy’s voice wasn’t sharp, but her face

in interest at Mandy’s retreating figure, heading toward the outdoor garden. After a

exactly did you give Catherine? What kind of medicine was it?” Mandy demanded, her eyes cold as

casually in her pockets, Mirabella’s demeanor was nonchalant. “Is there a problem with my medicine?”

bold to give such a thing to a woman in her seventies. Are you trying

met Mandy’s accusatory

regathering her composure, replied

much could a rural folk remedy be

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