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Lionel scanned the two guards.

Surprisingly, Nathaniel had people secretly guarding his residence, suggesting that Clear might Indeed be hidden here.

He collected his thoughts, feigned an embarrassed smile, and replied, “Sorry about that.”

The two guards smiled and saluted, watching as he turned and left. However, after a couple of steps, one of the guards sensed something amiss.

“Sir, your accent is quite different. Which family are you from? Have you recently returned from studying abroad?” NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

Lionel stopped in his tracks, clenching his fists discreetly. Then, he pretended to be irritated and approached one of the guards, fiercely grabbing his collar..

“Open your eyes wide and figure out who I am! How dare you not recognize me!”

Both guards were startled by his sudden outburst, looking at each other in confusion.

The guard being held by Lionel weakly replied, “We’re newly recruited guards by Princess Kelly, directly assigned to Mr. Charles. We truly don’t recognize you!”

Lionel scoffed. “That’s right!”

Seizing the opportunity while the guards were stunned, he swiftly took a Taser from one of them, rendering both unconscious within seconds.

To be on the safe side, he delivered a few more shocks to their abdomens.

After stripping them down to their underwear, stuffing their shirts into their mouths, and using their outerwear and pants as makeshift ties, Lionel hid them in a secluded corner of the Alzer Palace

restroom.

The entire process took only five minutes, efficient and thorough.

Evading the surveillance at the entrance, he climbed through a window into Nathaniel’s bedroom, initiating a thorough search.

Nathaniel woke up.

Feeling a dull pain at the back of his head, he furrowed his brows and instinctively rubbed the back of his neck, discovering bloodstains.

Sheena sat on the nearby sofa, sipping juice.

Surveying the room, Nathaniel sat up and asked vigilantly, “Nana, who was here just now?”

Sheena did not respond to his question but counterest, “Nathaniel, have you actually ever considered giving me Clear

sie bestiated, danger gleaming in his narrowed eyes. “It seems you already know something.”

Setting aside het juice, Sheena did not beat around the bush, saying, “You’ve been sharing so many brychs with me today, yet you chose to hide the truth about Clear. Do you still think of me as the naive gal frown over a decade ago, oblivions, and blindly following you?”

Nathaniel lowered his head.

I hadn’t planned on handing over Clear because I wanted to possess you. Only if Elliot dies can your entire being, your entire heart, possibly return to me,”

Sheena scoffed. “You’re wrong. If he dies, my heart dies with him. If he’s dead because of you, I’ll only despise you and send you to hell!”

Nathaniel’s eyes fixed intensely on her, opting to stay silent.

Sheena attempted to play the emotional card.

“Seven years ago, I admired and respected you. In my eyes, you were the epitome of justice, and I worshipped you. Now, the ruthless, crazed person you’ve become is a stark contrast.”

Nathaniel immersed himself in memories, his gaze dropping as he remained silent.

“What’s the point of us to continue hurting each other like this? If you’re willing to hand over Clear, I’ll be grateful, and we can return to how we used to be. Isn’t that great?”

Nathaniel raised his eyes to meet hers.

A few seconds of silence lingered, broken only by Nathaniel’s soft laughter.

“Nana, are you telling me a joke? Going back to how we were before–friends or lovers? Both Elliot and I want you. Are you asking me to let go, or is he the one who should?”

Sheena took a sip of her juice without saying a word.

Nathaniel, amused by her seemingly naive proposition, laughed until the pain at the back of his head reminded him of his recent unconsciousness. He touched the blood on the back of his head and looked at Sheena with deep suspicion.

“Nana, why do I feel like you’re intentionally buying time?”