Murder? What murder?
"Where's Connor?" Henrik couldn't shake the feeling of unease, like something big was about to unfold.
"Flora just said he was asleep when she left."
Henrik, feeling a growing sense of urgency, made his way upstairs and pushed open the bedroom door.
"Connor?"
There was a noticeable lump under the covers. Seeing Connor seemingly fast asleep, Henrik gave him a gentle nudge. "Wake up, Connor."
But Connor didn't stir.
There’s no way Connor would sleep so deeply. Remembering how adept Flora was with her potions and thinking back to her strange behavior earlier, Henrik quickly commanded, "Get a doctor here now, and someone find Flora, fast!"
...
Outside the villa, Flora was dressed head-to-toe in leather, exuding an aura that left Moss and Beck speechless.
"Ms. Flora, what's going on...?"
It was like she was ready to take on the world.
"Hand over the car keys."
"What?"
"I said, give me the car keys."
Moss and Beck could feel the impatience in Flora's voice, which only heightened their anxiety. This seemed serious.
"Ms. Flora, did you and the boss have a spat?" Beck asked carefully. "Sometimes he can be a bit clueless. If he upset you, you should confront him! Don’t just stew in your anger."
Their boss could handle a scolding, and oddly enough, he'd probably enjoy it if it came from Ms. Flora.
"For the last time, the car keys." Flora was barely containing her frustration.
Beck flinched, quickly handing her the keys. Ms. Flora’s anger was no joke!
With the keys in hand, Flora floored the gas pedal and sped off before Moss and Beck could react. She just... took off!
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