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Chapter 40 A Host’s Courtesy
Isolde clutched Leonis tightly and turned on her heel to leave.
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Michelle hurried after her, grabbing her arm with a coaxing smile. “Alright, don’t throw a tantrum. Walk with me for a bit.”
Isolde didn’t object. Together, they strolled toward the reservoir.
Eleanor and Randy Estella followed at a distance, their maids trailing behind.
The sun climbed steadily overhead, its golden light shimmering across the water’s surface. Montlins Manor was filled with jujube trees, but the most breathtaking sight was not the trees themselves.
By the reservoir, wild lilies bloomed in soft pink and white, their delicate clusters swaying amid tall feathergrass. Beneath them, the ground was lush with springy green turf.
Isolde wore a simple yet elegant outfit that day–muted hues trimmed with silver embroidery.
Her face was bare of any powder or rouge, her soft, peach–toned skin catching the light, fine baby hairs visible in the glow. Her lips gleamed, full and striking against the daylight.
She was not a woman of immediate, breathtaking beauty. At a glance, she was merely exquisite. But the longer one looked, the more compelling her features became–her bold brows, the quiet strength in her gaze, an effortless elegance tinged with an unexpected sharpness.
Eleanor, on the other hand, was stunning at first sight. But her beauty did not hold upon closer inspection- her eyes too large, her nose too small, her lips thin, her ears jutting slightly. The more one studied her face. the more its imperfections became apparent.
The reservoir was, in truth, a mountain pond, stocked with fish that were netted and sold once every two years. These fish were left to fend for themselves, with the farmhands occasionally tossing in cut grass as meager sustenance. As a result, they were fiercely ravenous.
Isolde tossed a small object into the water. Instantly, sleek black bodies leapt into the air, their scales flashing under the sun.
From the reservoir, the nearby pavilion was visible, nestled slightly lower in the landscape.
Ryker was entertaining a group of ladies, lighting moxa incense to ward off insects. A spread of coffee and refreshments had already been set. With a gentle breeze whispering through the trees, the setting was pleasant and tranquil.
Montlins Manor was a place of striking beauty, its endless stretches of jujube trees forming a sea of deep green. Along the reservoir’s edge, tiny golden sunflowers, no larger than a fingertip, bloomed wild in the rich earth, thriving without the need for cultivation.
The ladies sipped their coffee, chatting and laughing.
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strode off, head lowered–concealing, for the briefest moment, the flash of cruel satisfaction in his eyes
her arms, watching as Eleanor’s composure shattered inte hysterics. Her face contorted, rage and desperation twisting her features as she pointed
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Isolde’s sleeves as she stood atop a stone, looking down upon
above her.
Eleanor’s lips curled into a twisted, venomous smile–then,
are you insane? How could you push her? Someone, help! Save
sinking fast–she
sprang forward, ready to dive in after
he could jump, Isolde smiled. A slow, knowing smile. She set Leonis down. And in the next heartbeat, the beast sprang forward like an arrow loosed from a bow. Leonis sank his fangs into Randy’s leg. A piercing scream rang out as Randy stumbled, trying to beat the
one man drowning, there was no one left to save the other. Estella turned ghostly pale,
them could swim. At Estella’s desperate cry, they scattered, running back toward the
She
plan was simple, yet meticulous. Randy was good at swrimming; as long as he could get in, he would undoubtedly be able
that happened, everyone present would be a witness–Isolde would be
murder.
bitten by Leonis and plunged into the water, unable to save
water. Desperation clawed at her throat. Thankfully, she had prepared for this–she had left a
advance.
it from her grip. and flung it aside. Then, with an iron grip,
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