?Chapter 492:


    I was left in a fog, the uncertainty gnawing at me like a persistent shadow. Had yton picked up on something? Was he already beginning to suspect me?


    Once back in my quarters, I found myself pacing, my mind a whirlpool of confusion, yet no rity emerged. With no leads in sight, I resolved to visit Hayley and share the wonderful news that she had survived. Just as I was about to head out, Gwyn burst in, her face flushed and breathless.


    “Miss White, your family is demanding your immediate return. It seems there’s something crucial to discuss.”


    Something crucial…


    A wave of dread washed over me. Without hesitation, I hurried home.


    The moment I crossed the threshold, a servant approached, his expression taut with tension. “Miss White, something terrible has happened. Jett has escaped from the basement!”


    What? Jett had broken free?


    Disbelief gripped me, my eyes widening as I eximed, “How on earth could Jett escape? Our security is tighter than a drum!”


    The servant stammered, caught off guard, unable to muster a coherent response. Anxiety surged within me, prompting me to brush past him and race straight to the basement to evaluate the situation.


    Upon entering the basement, my heart plummeted. It was empty, devoid of any sign of Jett, save for a guard lying unconscious on the floor.


    Suppressing my anger, I turned sharply to the guard who had followed me. “What in the world happened here?”


    The guard fidgeted, clearly ufortable, as he stuttered, “We don’t know what transpired. We caught a whiff of a strange fragrance… and then we were out cold.”


    My anger red, and I gritted my teeth, cursing, “st it!” I couldn’tprehend how Jett had managed to get his hands on a magic potion when we searched him daily.


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    Stepping into the cell where Jett had been confined, I scoured the room and finally stumbled upon a note tucked under a cup on the table.


    I snatched it up, and the words sent shockwaves through me.


    “Thank you for providing the ingredients that facilitate my escape. As for the torment your family has inflicted upon me over the years, I will be sure to ‘repay’ it in full.”


    After reading the note, a chill raced from my toes to the crown of my head, leaving me weak-kneed and on the verge of copsing.


    A guard caught me swiftly, but I angrily shook his hand away, my eyes zing with fury as I tore the note into shreds. “What are you waiting for? Go out there and find Jett’s whereabouts at once!”


    Jett was no ordinary wizard. He had been the right-hand man of the white wolves’ saint, the only wizard recognized by werewolves. If he hadn’t been gravely injured while aiding the saint’s escape years ago, leading to our family capturing him, he would never have ended up in our hands.


    Most rmingly, Jett was incredibly difficult to rein in. We had to y the carrot-and-stick game countless times just to coax him into producing a few magical potions for us, and even then, we had to tightly control the ingredients to prevent him from using them to flee. Yet this time, due to my oversight, Jett had managed to obtain the ingredients and make his escape!


    The very thought made me tremble with fear, my teeth chattering, my heart spinning like a top.


    If Jett truly sought revenge against us, what on earth could I do? How could I stand against him?


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