Chapter 506

"What happened?"

The ballroom was still buzzing with music and laughter when Jade heard the news. She rushed straight to the manor's first-floor lounge, only to find Mila curled up on the couch, her face deathly pale. Jade's expression darkened instantly as she shot a glare at Forrest, who was crouched beside Mila.

"Mrs. Sutherland, here's what happened..."

Forrest, who had already pieced together most of the story, spoke first. But he chose his words carefully, deliberately leaving some things unsaid. After all, he wasn't sure how much of a shock the old lady's heart could take right now, and it was probably best not to mention that Lysander was alive-not yet.

"...That's the gist of it. There was a man in a black cloak at the ball. I can't say if he knew Mila, but he was unbelievably rude-just grabbed her and forced her to dance. After that, well, she's been like this."

"That's it?" Jade's eyes narrowed in suspicion.

Of course, such behavior was outrageous—and Jade was furious-but knowing Mila, there was no way a pushy stranger would leave her this shaken. Something wasn't adding up. Mila looked downright terrified, not just upset.

Forrest pressed on. "Mrs. Sutherland, could I take a look at the manor's security footage and the guest list? I want to find this man."

"Of course we need to find him!" Jade snapped. Even if Forrest's version felt incomplete, this was enough to enrage her. Someone had dared target her Mila, and right in her own home, no less! The nerve!

one leaves. Get the staff to check every guest, one by one. I want that man in the black cloak and the grotesque mask found. If anyone complains, tell them I

ma'am," the butler replied

door, frowning in thought. "I'll handle

country. If tempers flared, things could spiral fast—a minor incident could easily turn into a scandal

hesitated, glancing back at Mila. Her gaze shifted to Forrest, who immediately caught her meaning. "Don't worry, Jade.

she said quietly to the butler, "Send a maid in to keep watch, and have a couple of the

ball had never been about the party itself—it was meant as a test for Forrest. The music and the flowers were just dressing. But now, with this mess, perhaps the test would prove even more

the lounge, Mila was still huddled on the couch, her mind in chaos. There was no longer any doubt the man in the ghastly white mask streaked

now now that fragile veil had been

was him. He was alive. Really, truly

and a jumble of other emotions crashed over her like a

he wanted. He'd used her to convince the world —and Cossio-that he was dead. His plan was working perfectly, and soon he'd have everything he was after. So why risk coming

his faked death. She hadn't breathed a word

own business and keep her own little world safe. Couldn't he

back? What did he want from

fell to the faint mark his lips had left on her hand. She shuddered

and the way

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