Inside the house, Lysander''s face remained impassive as he spoke quietly. "In a moment, I want you to take Giselle over to the old estate. Have her bring Adrian along to the Harveys'' ce, and help look after him for a while."


    Leonard paused, surprised, but quickly nodded. "Understood."


    Lysander continued, "And another thing-tell everyone searching for that person to keep a low profile. No need to draw attention, and don''t let slip who we''re after."


    "Yes, sir."


    "You can go."


    Outside the study,


    Giselle''s spirits were high as she called out, "Come on, Leonard, let''s get going."


    Leonard didn''t reply, just led the way out with the others following behind. He drove them straight to the old estate.


    As expected, when it came time to pick up Adrian, Leonard got another earful from Conrad. Still, Conrad didn''t stand in the way.


    Though he didn''t always agree with his son''s decisions, Conrad rarely argued with him outright.


    Adrian didn''t resist, either.


    He''d gotten used to staying at the Harveys'' ce from time to time. Lately, Giselle had been the one picking him up from school anyway, so this was nothing new.


    He was a little withdrawn as he climbed into the car, but Giselle pulled him onto herp,forting him. She even dug out a handheld game to y with him for a while, and that seemed to lift his spirits a bit.


    Once Leonard had dropped the pair off at the Harveys'' and made sure they were settled, he quietly took his leave.


    At the Harveys'',


    Rosalind was delighted when she saw Adrian, immediately taking him off to the yroom.


    In the living room,


    Charles, who''d looked a little sullen at first, seemed to rx as well. Lysander hadn''t been around muchtely, which made Charles both annoyed and a little uneasy.


    But seeing Adrian today put his mind at ease.


    The fact that Lysander was willing to let them look after the boy meant he still trusted them. Charles''s tone was gentle as he asked, "Did something happen with the Montgomerys?"


    He''d heard about themotion at the Montgomery estatest night.


    Giselle brushed it off. "Nothing serious. It''ll all be sorted out in a couple of days." "That''s good to hear."


    Charles added, "Tell Lysander toe by for dinner when he has the time. He hasn''t visited in days."


    "I will."


    Charles seemed about to say more, but just then, Charlotte came down the stairs and headed their way, so he let the matter drop.


    Giselle ignored Charlottepletely and went straight upstairs.


    Instead of joining Adrian in the yroom, she went to the bedroom first, locked the door, and quickly typed in a phone number before sending off a message.


    **[I need someone found-pay is negotiable, but it needs to be quick!]**


    The reply came back almost instantly, quoting a steep price.


    Giselle barely hesitated before agreeing. Only then did the other party reply: **OK.**


    With the deal settled, a cold smile curled on Giselle''s lips, her striking eyes brimming with resentment and venom.


    She was going to find M.


    And not just find her-she was determined to get there before Lysander did.


    Once she got her hands on M, she''d make sure the woman never showed her face around Lysander again. Sooner orter, he''d forget all about her-time had a way of erasing everything.


    When that day came, Giselle would be the only one by Lysander''s side. With the ce she already held in his life, it was only a matter of time before she became Mrs. Montgomery.


    A victorious smile yed on her lips, certain and confident.


    Beyond Kingsford,


    Daylight had faded, and dusk had settled over the countryside.


    In a guest room, M slowly woke from sleep, her mind still hazy and struggling to piece things together.


    Archie, spotting her awake, lit up with excitement and grabbed her hand, blurting out his question:


    "Are you Daphne?"