?Chapter 721:


    A faint scream echoed from inside.


    My heart tightened within my chest. I couldn’t dy any further! Without another thought, I pulled out the climbing gear I had prepared and quickly scaled the wall into the Harrison estate.


    Once inside, the beauty of the estate left me breathless.


    The intricately carved buildings were adorned with gemstones, while the spacious foyer was paved with luxurious marble flooring. At its center hung an exquisite crystal chandelier, which shone brightly. The well-arrangedyout,plete with meticulously crafted fountains, could easily rival the grandeur…


    of a prince’s residence. However, I snapped out of my admiration—this was not the time for it.


    I scanned my surroundings cautiously and realized I was standing in a sprawling garden. The garden was filled with a diverse array of flowers, their careful cultivation evident even under the faint moonlight. Up ahead loomed an imposing vi. Could that be where Martin was being held?


    Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching from the distance. I immediately ducked behind a flowerbed and prayed not to be discovered.


    The patrolling soldiers passed without noticing me, but their conversation drew my interest.


    “It’s strange that Mr. Harrison would capture a mere servant and imprison him in the basement,” one of the soldiers said.


    The basement? Was Martin imprisoned in the basement?


    “It’s not our ce to question the higher-ups. However, I heard that the servant has nearly been tortured to death and might not survive the night,” another guard replied.


    A wave of dread washed over me upon hearing this. It was my fault Martin was suffering like this! I wanted to rush into the basement to rescue him, but the soldiers’ words weighed down on me like lead.


    My eyes shut as despair took hold of me. By now it wasn’t difficult to recognize this as Antoni’s trap. Why else would everything align so conveniently? The guards had left the gate the moment I arrived, and someone just happened to reveal that Martin was in the basement and wouldn’t survive the night as soon as I entered.


    Antoni was clearly sending a message that he would kill Martin tonight if I didn’t save him.


    My eyes opened, and I resolutely headed toward the grand vi, disregarding whatever danger my mission posed. Martin was in this position because of me, so I had to save him.


    Martin’s POV:


    As I had expected, Antoni had me locked away.


    Oddly enough, that sly fox refrained from resorting to much physical torment. Instead, he seemed to delight in finding all sorts of clever ways to toy with my mind.


    I couldn’t quite figure out what that despicable schemer was aiming for, though his intentions nagged at the edges of my thoughts.


    The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, after all. Antoni was every bit as devious as his loathsome father, with a mind as deep and murky as a well at midnight—impossible to plumb or predict.


    Still, I reminded myself that as long as I achieved my ultimate goal, none of this would matter.


    I had lost track of how long I’d been stuck in this small, dimly lit, and damp basement cell. Time blurred into an endless haze of shadows and silence.


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