Chapter 960
Chapter 960:
Yelena raised her voice, calling out to the old man’s retreating figure, “All I’m asking is for you to tell me where my master is. Is that really so hard p>
Silence was the only response that echoed back to her.
Austin draped his arm around Yelena’s shoulders, offering a gentle pat of reassurance.
As she turned to face Austin, a trace of disillusionment flickered across Yelena’s features.
Austin felt a pang in his chest seeing her like this and whispered reassuringly, “Perhaps he simply doesn’t know. Surely, he would have shared the information if he did p>
His words suggested nothing more than a deliberate shroud of mystery.
Yelena’s mood was far from cheerful, and she knew she couldn’t linger there any longer.
The stakes were high because if Kyson discovered that what he possessed were not the authentic heart-protecting pills, he would undoubtedly attempt to seize them from her.
It wasn’t just Kyson she needed to worry about; others who coveted the pills would also be desperate to grab them.
Austin, foreseeing such a scenario, had already dispatched reinforcements.
His men reported back quickly—the area was teeming with people, yet, curiously, the back door was still unguarded.
This anomaly made Yelena skeptical—how could the back door remain deserted when every other exit was swamped? It was almost certain that the back door was the most perilous escape route.
Just then, the man who had guided them to meet the Old man earlier reappeared.
Yelena cast him a cautious glance as he offered a polite smile and said, “This way, please p>
His demeanor radiated assurance, his face betraying a confidence that suggested he had accounted for every contingency.
As he strode forward, he informed Yelena and Austin, “Since you’re friends of our master, we’ve seen to it that your auction fees are returned p>
Yelena’s brows knitted together in a frown. The refund was inconsequential; her thoughts were preoccupied with concerns about her master.
The people they encountered, however, remained resolutely silent, revealing nothing of substance with their guarded words.
Eventually, the man ushered them through an area that barely resembled an exit.
Outside, a disquieting silence enveloped them—so profound it seemed to hint at lurking perils.
Austin, vigilant and protective, draped his arm over Yelena’s shoulders, scanning their environment warily.
In a soft whisper, Yelena expressed her gratitude to the man. “Thank you p>
He offered a brief smile and nod before he turned to retreat back.
Spotting the car ahead, Yelena and Austin recognized it instantly as Austin’s. The driver, noticing them, hurried over with a welcoming smile. “Mr. Barton, I was instructed to wait here for you. Unable to reach you by phone, I decided to bring the car around.” Austin acknowledged with a simple, “Let’s go p>
As they settled into the car, the soft glow inside offered a semblance of calm, yet a palpable tension hung in the air, thick and unspoken.
The bottle of pills in Yelena’s hands had been the highlight of the auction earlier.
This exceptional medicine, rumored to heal relentless ailments and even revive the dead, boasted an undeniable value.
Consequently, many were desperate to acquire it, some even contemplating violent means.