Chapter 1871


    Sean recalled the moment when he had held Ophelia in his arms before getting into the car, she


    murmured in hazy sleep, "Flowers in the car."


    It was onlyter that he found two potted nts in her car.


    In his urgent flurry to carry her inside earlier, he hadn''t managed to grab the potted nts. Now, as he


    brought them in, Sean was perplexed. Was his Ophelia a secret gardening enthusiast?


    Even on the brink of exhaustion, she was thinking about the nts in the car?


    What kind of nts were these, which possessed such allure that Ophelia remembered them in herst


    moments of consciousness?


    They looked somewhat familiar.


    The soil was half-spilled—could they die? How should he revive them?


    Pondering this, Sean called upon the most experienced gardener in the household to see if the nts


    could be transferred to the garden or if they required special soil.


    The gardener looked at the pots in his hands with a hint of surprise. "Aren''t those the nts that Miss


    Be dug up from the garden for Miss Almond to take home? I clearly ced them in Miss Almond''s


    car. How did they end up with you? Did Miss Almond leave without them?"


    "Our family''s nts??" Sean was taken aback.


    "Yes, those are from our garden. Miss Be herself asked me to fetch these pots. I watched her fill


    them with soil from the garden and transnt the nts."


    It dawned on Sean that it wasn''t the nts that mattered to Ophelia, but the deep bond she shared with


    Be.


    "You may go now."


    "Yes, Sean," said the gardener, confused by the inquiry.


    Once alone, Sean went out to the garden, where he dug up some fresh soil and carefully repotted the


    bedraggled yet significant nts.


    Meanwhile, Arabe sent him a message, assuring him that Ophelia was fine apart from a minor cut on


    her forehead. Everything else was in good order.


    Sean''s heart, which had been heavy with worry, finally settled. "I''ve had the kitchen prepare somete-


    night snacks. Come down and eat something; you''ve had a long day too."


    "I still have things to attend to. You go ahead," she replied.


    Arabe descended the stairs while messaging Sean, and joined rk for a trip to the basement.


    The dimly lit basement were filled with the stench of blood, with over a dozen battered assassins giving


    off an apocalyptic vibe.


    Arabe approached them with an icy voice, "Ready to talk now?"


    "We''ve told you everything we know." One assassin, barely clinging to life, weakly pleaded, "What else


    do you want us to say?"


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    "Where did the mysterious scent on your bodiese from?" Arabe demanded coldly. "Erik doesn''t


    have the smarts to concoct something like that."


    Understanding pharmaceuticals was one thing, but creating a drug so potent was another.


    Another assassin confessed, "It''s one of our boss''s treasured secrets. We''ve only used it once before


    under special circumstances. We don''t know where ites from."


    They only knew it was a prized possession of Erik''s, and was rare in quantity.


    "Do you have an antidote?"


    "Yes, but we used it all up tonight."


    "We were resolved to rescue our boss at all costs."


    "We just didn''t expect a total defeat."


    Arabe was about to probe further when a weak and exhausted cough faintly broke the silence.


    The assassins thought they had misheard.


    Then the feeble and weary cough echoed again, and to their shock, they recognized it as their boss''s


    voice.


    Their boss wasn''t dead?


    He was still alive?!