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Chatper 122
Chatper 122
Chapter 122
With Andre with her, Janet couldn’t march right into the palace. It caused too much attention. And she
didn’t want that.
She circled to the back of the building and found the window to their suite. She waited there for about
ten to fifteen minutes and the window cracked open. Daran stuck his head out. When he saw Janet, he
let out a slight sigh of relief.
“Hold on a second,” he said.
He carried a coil of rope and climbed out of the window, jumping onto the ground lightly. He moved
Andre to his back. Janet helped to tie Andre’s body firmly to his back.
“You go ahead,” she said in a whisper. “I will watch out for you.”
Daran nodded.
Drawing back a few paces, he took a run and jumped, stepping onto the wall for support and grabbing
the windowsill.
He moved so effortlessly and didn’t make a single sound during the whole process. It seemed as
though he was carrying a feather on his back and not a human being.
Janet looked around and made sure that nobody was around. Then she followed Daran’s steps and got
into the suite herself.
Andre’s breathing was still light and shallow. There was a deep furrow between his brows even when
he was asleep, as though he was having a nightmare.
“Is he going to be alright?” Janet asked worriedly.
“Yeah. He was just having a light fever. Just move him into the room and give him a wipe down and he
will be alright.”
Janet nodded.
They carried Andre into the bedroom and set him down on the bed.
Janet took a hand to unbutton Andre’s shirt.
Yet Daran grabbed her wrist forcefully.
“What do you think you are doing?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Giving the boy a wipe down…like you said.”
“You seriously think that I will allow you to see and touch another man’s body?” he said coldly.
Janet withdrew her hands. She was slightly embarrassed.
“Come on, Daran, don’t be ridiculous. He is just a kid,” she muttered.
“And I am an envious man.’
He grabbed her chin, his thumb caressing her soft skin, “Don’t give me a chance to be jealous.”
Janet held her breath.
They hadn’t been together for so long that sometimes she forgot how possessive i and bossy he was
“Fine. I will leave this to you…as long as you don’t mind the work,” she pouted.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.
Daran gave a gentle nudge on her shoulder, “Go wait in the living room.”
Janet walked out of the room and slumped down on the couch.
She was exhausted. Yet her mind was still sharp as ever, thinking about everything that happened
tonight.
They brought Andre back, which was not part of their original plan, but it worked out just fine. Now they
had more time to persuade Andre into working with them.
The only loose end was those guards.
When they came back and found that Andre was missing, they would definitely tell
Danton.
Luckily, none of the guards saw their faces and nobody knew that they were at the masquerade ball
tonight.
So Danton wouldn’t suspect them.
About an hour later, Janet heard some noises coming from the bedroom.
She jumped up from the couch and dashed inside.
Andre was awake.
He sat on the bed with a haggard and distraught face. Some angry tears were circling in his eyes.
“Why did you fucking take me back!” he cried in despair, clenching the bedsheet. “I told you to leave
me alone! Why can’t you just mind your own fucking business!”
“Keep your voice down,” Daran threatened dangerously.
Andre quivered under his sharp gaze.
He bit his bottom lip and glared at Daran indignantly, “I know what you are up to… You just want to be
friends because there is something you want from me.’
“You are not too stupid after all.”
Daran crossed his arms and said in a cold voice, “Look. My patience is limited. So I will just cut right
into the chase. I know that you hate Danton, and you want to be free of him.”
Andre parted lips as though he was going to say something to refute.
Yet Daran raised a hand and stopped him before he could say anything.
“Don’t give me that loving-father, loving-son bullshit. You can fool the others, but
not me.’
Daran said impatiently,
“You know perfectly well that the two of us are the only people in this city who can challenge Danton
and Lance. If you want freedom, we are your only chance. So the wise thing for you to do now is to
make a deal with us, let us help you and we will give you what you want.”
Andre lapsed into silence, his body slightly shaking.
For the first time ever, he didn’t reject the offer immediately.
He was hesitating.
Andre held his head down, pondering.
After a long pause, he breathed out a small sigh, “You didn’t leave me with much choice by bringing me
back here… Fine. Tell me what you want first.”
“You are the former Rogue King’s son. We want to know how your father died.”
Andre snorted, “So that you can use the same method to kill Lance?”
Andre shrugged.
“It is pretty obvious, isn’t it? I am done with being Danton’s lapdog. How can you help me?”
“No way. This city is my father’s legacy. I am not leaving home.”
Janet frowned.
The trickiest part was that they didn’t want Lance to notice that they were approaching Andre right now.
They wanted to go around Lance’s back and give him a fatal strike when the time came, which wouldn’t
work if Lance was alerted ahead of that time.
So how to help Andre without causing Lance’s attention?
That was an issue.
“See?” Andre shrugged. “I told you already. Lance and his minions controlled this city. You can’t help
me.”
Right at this moment, Daran spoke up in a calm voice, “There is a simple solution to this.”
“Which is?” Andre challenged.
“We kill Danton,” Daran said.
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