Morwenna was a puzzle to Brian. She was self-centered and seemingly devoid of genuine warmth, yet somehow people were drawn to her. The most baffling thing to him was Norbert's decision to leave his inheritance to Morwenna instead of Stuart.
And now, even Greta, of all people, was willing to risk her neck for Morwenna. Brian couldn't wrap his head around it.
Greta, unfazed by Brian's confusion, gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "Alright, alright, enough with the questions. I'm not here to cause trouble. I'm going to take a little gamble. Once they let me in, it's anyone's guess who's in danger—me or them. You stay out here and be ready. If you hear the sound of me knocking things over, that's your cue to charge in."
Brian hesitated but eventually nodded. Morwenna had been taken several hours ago, and he was anxious to find out her condition after she had been unconscious for so long.
With a determined look, Greta adjusted her expression and headed towards the gated community.
Just then, a commotion stirred nearby.
The metallic tang of blood hung in the air, causing Greta to glance back.
There stood Stuart, Fletcher, and Jack, accompanied by an older man who looked completely defeated.
Brian exclaimed, "Stuart! Finally, you're back!"
Stuart ignored Brian, his mind solely fixed on Morwenna.
Greta was pleasantly surprised to see them, even as she noticed their injuries. "Stuart, what happened to you? Morwenna's been taken, and we're trying to rescue her!"
Stuart, looking like a specter risen from hell, said nothing, his presence exuding a menacing aura.
Fletcher, his voice raspy, explained, "Thanks, Greta. We're here to help with the rescue."
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