Chapter 1285
Gordon eyed Arabe as she emerged in her white pajamas, his gaze quickly darting away.
"Miss Be, I''ll stand guard outside tonight. You should get some rest."
“There''s no need,’ she dismissed, “Even if ten more showed up, they wouldn''t be a match for me. Go
home"
“I''ll leave you to rest then, Miss Be." Gordon closed the door, with his heart fluttering like a
hummingbird.
The next morning, Arabe woke to find Gordon dozing by her bedroom door.
"Why didn''t you go home?"
"Miss Be, you''re awake.” Gordon straightened up immediately, "I couldn''t rest until I knew you were
safe. I''ll go report to Mr. Bard now.
Arabe found the boy''s loyalty surprising and gave him a nod of approval.
In the absence of six men, the mansion was steeped in anxiety.
At breakfast, Arabe noticed the servants’ unease, their fear palpable.
It seemed her presence had disrupted the peace of the household.
Seeing their apprehension, Arabe spoke in a calming tone, “Don''t be scared. Have a seat and join
me."
Her words, however, brought tears to the servants’ eyes. They weren''t hungry. They were scared that
Arabe wouldbel them as traitors and have Gordon arrest them.
"Miss Be, I hope the breakfast I made is to your liking."
After Arabe had eaten the dinner prepared by Arthur and Bowenst night, they were arrested.
So, this morning, no one dared to make her breakfast.
In the end, it was Abbey who gathered the courage.
Terrified that if Miss Be found it unsatisfactory, she might be next.
"Miss Be, are Arthur and the others really traitors?" A servant asked.
“Last night, I saw Gordon surrounding the mansion and taking away Arthur and five others. Someone
said they were traitors.
"Miss Be, are they spies nted by the enemy close to the master?"
Several pairs of eyes were fixed on Arabe. The servants were waiting her answer.
Arabe replied with a simple ‘yes; and continued eating.
The servants were in disbelief.
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They never would have thought that Arthur, Bowen, and the others, who seemed so loyal, harbored ill
intentions.
And Mr. Elliot.
They hadn''t seen Mr. Elliot sincest night.
Could it be that Mr. Elliot was also a traitor?
"Miss Be, will Mr. Elliot return?" A servant asked timicdly.
Mr. Elliot was their pir.
What if he didn''t return?
"He''s noting back,” Arabe said.
The servants were unaware of what had happened at the hospitalst night.
But from Arabe''s words, they could guess something had happened, one of them muttered, "I didn''t
expect this from Mr. Elliot. he risked his life to protect Mr. Bard, and Mr. Bard trusted him
wholeheartedly."
"Mr. Elliot saved my uncle?" Arabe asked, raising an eyebrow.
The servant nodded, "Back then, a gang tried to attack Mr. Bard. Mr. Elliot took a knife for him. If the
knife had gone just a millimeter deeper, Mr. Elliot wouldn''t have survived. If it weren''t for Mr. Elliot
buying them time, Mr.
Bard might not have escaped."
At this point, Arabe''s phone vibrated. It was a call from one of her subordinates.
"Boss, half a year ago, there was indeed a food stall near the T desert, run by a woman. But she left
after about a month. Locals say she was an outsider, and no one knows where she went. Usually,
locals don''t set up stalls there because of the sandstorms. When the woman set up her stall, some
kind-hearted people warned her, but she seemed adamant about staying there."
Arabe’s eyes darkened a bit. Just as she suspected, the story about the woman, her ipetent
husband, and their sick child, was all a lie, a ploy to harm her grandfather. They probably retreated
when her grandfather''s reinforcements arrived.
"Keep investigating their whereabouts. Also, look into who knew about my grandparents’ travel itinerary
half a year ago."