Chapter 234 The Wolf Pit

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“Oh my precious Lily, if I don’t go down now, my brother’s going to die. Just pretend you didn’t see me, okay?” Christian pleaded, palms pressed together like he was praying.

“No way!” Lily replied firmly. “Mr. Tristan already gave strict orders–no one is allowed to visit Mr. Halbert. You’d better wait right here, Mr. Christian. If he finds out, I won’t be able to cover for you.”

Christian’s face twitched. Lily was as stubborn as ever.

Just then, a maid came hurrying by, anxiously scanning the area. Lily stepped forward. “What’s going on? Something lost?”

“Not something–someone,” the maid said nervously. “Ms. Cassandra said she was just taking a walk, but now we can’t find her anywhere. If Mr. Tristan wakes from his nap and hears she’s missing, he’ll panic.”

“Then go check right away. Maybe she got lost,” Lily instructed.

“Yes, ma’am!”

Watching them scramble, Christian felt a chill crawl up his spine.

Oh no. Could she really be lost?

The estate was huge. Why hadn’t he thought about Eliza possibly getting lost?

“Mr. Christian?” Lily asked curiously. “What’s wrong?”

“Uh… nothing! I’m fine. You guys take your time looking. I’m a little sleepy–I’ll go nap too.”

Turning away, Christian’s expression darkened.

No way–he had to get down there now.

Slipping away while no one was watching, he hurried down the staircase, heading straight for the dungeon.

The moment he reached the entrance, a biting chill greeted him. The clinking of chains from inside was louder than ever.

Christian paused. Then realization hit him like a brick.

iWait/i. iThey’re /iiboth /iiinside/ii? /i

“Eliza? Halbert? Are you in there?” he shouted, voice rising in panic.

iThis /iiwasn’t /iifunny /iianymore/ii. /i

iHow /iidid /iiboth /iiof /iithem /iiend /iiup /iiin /iithere/ii?/i!!

“The key! Hurry, give me the key!

He pressed his face against the viewing window, trying to see inside. Silence greeted him.

Only faint, ragged breathing echoed from within.

“What the hell is going on?” Christian was panicking now, like an ant on a hot griddle.

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Chapter 234 The Wolf Pit

A momentter, the key ttered to the ground through the window.

Christian pounced, unlocked the door in a sh–and froze.

Inside, Eliza and Halbert were both slumped on the ground, drained of all strength.

The inspection light revealed the two wolves sprawled on the floor too, panting from exhaustion.

Christian quickly helped them out of the dungeon.

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Halbert looked far worse than Eliza. His clothes were torn in several ces, dried blood all over him–who knew where it hade from.

“Good God! What the hell happened down here?” Christian’s face turned pale.

He could brush off Halbert’s condition.

But if Tristan found out Eliza had ended up in the dungeon? He’d have Christian’s hide.

“Get us upstairs. These wolves are about to drop dead,” Eliza muttered, dragging herself upright. “As for him, he’s your problem.”

She didn’t wait around, heading straight for the elevator.

Christian red at his beaten–up little brother. “What the hell did you do? I told her to get you out–did you throw her in instead?”

He knew exactly what kind of person Halbert was–never did a decent thing in his life.

Halbert didn’t respond. He pushed himself up and stumbled toward the stairwell in silence.

“Why is no one answering me? What the hell happened?!” Christian called after them.

Halbert climbed the stairs unsteadily. He couldn’t stop thinking about how, just moments earlier, Eliza had charged straight at the wolves without hesitation.

If he hadn’t stepped in, she would’ve died.

For a moment, he regretted saving her.

If he had just stood by, Eliza would be gone, and there’d be no more “Ms. Cassandra” in the Sue family.

Eliza copsed into bed the moment she got to her room and slept straight through until nightfall.

Dinner was already set by the time she woke. The dining room was bustling–even Tristan, who never dined in themon area, had taken his seat at the table.

“Tonight’s Eliza’s wee dinner. Why isn’t she here yet?” Ronaldo frowned.

She’d been resting since noon. It was nearly seven now.

Christian cleared his throat awkwardly. “She just got off a long flight. Probably still feeling jetgged. Maybe we should reschedule the dinner? We finally found our sister–we’ll need to hold a press conference soon. The world needs to know that éliza is our Sue–family Ms. Cassandra.”

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