Chapter 959
Chapter 959:
The consensus was that the bottle Kyson obtained had to be authentic.
Carly fumed, convinced Yelena was merely causing trouble, and burning Austin’s wealth like that? Unforgivable!
As Yelena and Austin exited the room, they encountered Kyson and Seth emerging.
Upon catching sight of Yelena, Kyson’s lips twisted into a malevolent grin. “Such a shame,” he taunted. “The authentic bottle is now in my possession p>
Unruffled by Kyson’s taunt, Yelena responded with a serene smile, “I never claimed I was after those pills p>
Kyson’s smile stiffened, his features twisting into a grimace as if he had just swallowed a bitter pill.
“Mr. Davies, she’s merely putting on an act of indifference. It’s obvious she’s just bitter,” Seth remarked with a smirk.
Yelena arched an eyebrow, her voice dripping with irony. “Indeed, you’ve chosen a splendid assistant.” With those words, she and Austin departed.
Kyson’s brow creased in confusion as he turned to Seth. “What exactly was her implication p>
Seth licked his lips, a hint of malice in his tone. “Oh, she’s green with envy, no doubt about it p>
Despite Seth’s assurance, Kyson couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to it.
Yelena and Austin lingered, needing to locate the event organizer. By chance, the organizer had simultaneously sent someone to call for Yelena.
Exchanging knowing looks, Yelena and Austin followed the newcomer, their silhouettes merging with the shadows of the lengthy, dim corridor.
Austin grasped Yelena’s hand firmly, ready to shield her at a moment’s notice.
A serene smile played across Yelena’s lips, her worries momentarily forgotten in his reassuring grip.
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Yelena had a premonition that the day would unfold without incident. They reached a clandestine room. The leader of their small group rapped softly on the door, eliciting a gravelly voice from within that called, “Come in p>
Upon entering, Yelena and Austin were greeted by the sight of an elderly man, his gray hair framing a face marked by time, who was peering intently at Yelena.
His eyes, clouded with age, locked onto hers. “You’re the one who acquired the wooden ornament?” he inquired.
With a nod that conveyed her anticipation of this very question, Yelena confirmed, “Yes, that was me. How did you come to possess it? Do you have any news of my master? I’m desperate to find her p>
The revelation of Yelena’s apprenticeship to Malayah sparked a visible excitement in the old man. “You’re Malayah’s apprentice? Excellent, most excellent. It’s clear now why you didn’t hesitate to secure that bottle of medicine p>
Yelena responded, her voice steady, “The pills they were after are beneficial, yet these in my possession are even more potent. They’re exceptionally rare, as the formula has been lost to time—no one else can duplicate it p>
She knew this with certainty, for Malayah Hanson, her master, had been the last guardian of the formula.
With a mix of hope and urgency, Yelena pressed once more. “Where is she p>
At that moment, Yelena’s mind was consumed with thoughts of her master.
The elderly man offered a faint smile but remained silent.
“Please, escort the guests out p>
Yelena was poised to press further, her resolve unwavering, but a group abruptly interposed themselves before her, effectively barring her path. “Apologies, but you need to leave,” they declared firmly.