?Chapter 907:


    “Actually, there is something troubling me. And I would like you to examine it.”


    Edward halted mid-step, casting me a sharp, assessing look. His hesitation was brief, but after a moment’s silent deliberation, he stepped closer, willing—at least for now—to entertain my request.


    I shifted my posture slightly and remarked casually, “Lately, sleep hasn’te easy. I keep having the same unsettling nightmares over and over.”


    I put on a weary expression and sighed, “I feel drained during the day, too exhausted to get anything done. It is taking a toll on my efficiency. With your remarkable skills, please help me figure out what’s causing this.”


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    Edward’s face contorted with skepticism, yet with my carefully concealed smirk hidden behind a facade of seriousness, he swallowed his pride like a bitter pill and reluctantly began the examination. Just then, the door burst open with a thunderous crash. One of my subordinates rushed in, his face flushed with urgency, sweat beading on his brow.


    The man’s disheveled appearance and wide-eyed panic told me everything I needed to know—something dire had urred.


    I turned to Edward, offering a diplomatic smile that belied my growing concern. “I apologize for the interruption. Please wait a moment. I’ll be right back.”


    Rising from my seat, I strode purposefully toward my subordinate, a subtle nod of my head signaling him to follow me out.


    We swiftly moved to the adjacent, empty chamber.


    The moment we were alone, my cordial demeanor vanished like morning mist. My eyes hardened as I demanded, “What’s happened? Why are you so panicked?”


    My subordinate’s Adam’s apple bobbed nervously as he replied, tension threading through each word, “Mr. Harrison, the hooligans who went to cause trouble for Alden and Ailyn just reported back. Ailyn is unharmed, but Alden has been stabbed.”


    “What?” My eyes narrowed to dangerous slits, rage simmering beneath my skin. “I clearly instructed them to stab Edward’s wife. How did Alden end up getting stabbed?”


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    My subordinate shifted his weight from foot to foot, his words tumbling out in hasty exnation. “At first, Alden did get provoked as you predicted. But who could have guessed that Ailyn was so capable? She not only dodged the dagger but also managed to knock one of them down. Seeing this, the others had no choice but to surround her. Who knew Alden would rush in to shield her from the knife…”


    “A bunch of useless fools!”


    Fury erupted within me like a volcano. I kicked over a nearby stool, sending it crashing against the wall. “If anything happens to Alden, that old fox Dayton will go mad. Then all my carefullyid ns will be reduced to ashes!”


    My subordinate stood as still as a statue, not daring to draw breath loud enough to be heard.


    Only after my rage had somewhat subsided did he venture, with the caution of one approaching a wild beast, “Mr. Harrison, what should we do now?”


    I inhaled deeply, the cool air doing little to extinguish the murderous me in my eyes. “Get rid of those hooligans. Leave no one alive. Dump their bodies in the sea and make sure no trace remains. No one should ever find out.”


    Upon hearing my chilling directive, my subordinate nodded hastily with a whispered, “Yes,” before disappearing like a shadow fleeing from light.


    Watching his retreating figure, my gaze turned icy.


    I had meticulously orchestrated every detail, hiring those hooligans to provoke Alden and keep him distracted while they seized the moment to eliminate Ailyn. Her death would then be cleverly pinned on Alden—after all, it was his vtile temper and direct involvement in the confrontation that had precipitated the tragedy. Even if Alden wasn’t identified as the killer, he’d be implicated as an aplice at the very least.


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