Never Tired of Mr. Leon's Love novel Chapter 298

"Fine. You're my little brother, so I'll give you a hand this time."

Caleb let out a sigh. It was his little brother, after all. What could he do but spoil him a bit?

"Thanks, Caleb. You're the best. Her name's Yitty. She looks like a Daburinean, and she's drop-dead gorgeous. I'm counting on you to find her."

Cillian rattled off what Yitty looked like in a hurry.

Caleb gave him a look and blurted out, "You're not just after her for her looks, are you?"

...

Cillian just stared back at Caleb, silent. Caleb caved immediately.

"Alright, alright, I'll drop it. Yitty, got it. If she's in Charleston, I'll find her. But if she's not, don't hold your breath."

"It's fine. I'll sketch her portrait. It'll make the search easier with that in hand."

Cillian massaged his temples. Reassured by Caleb, he decided it was time to head back to his place. Caleb did not try to keep him any longer but threw in a last-minute caution as Cillian was about to step out.

"Oh, and just so you know, Grandpa's retired now. The folks we've crossed paths with in the past are stirring up trouble again. Watch your back when you're out there. I'll send some guys to keep an eye on you."

"Got it."

With a nod to show he got the message, Cillian took off.

Meanwhile, in the palace, Lucy was hunched over her desk and penning something on a postcard adorned with a golden feather. Matthew leaned in for a closer look.

"What's this? Writing a letter? Who's the lucky recipient?"

He whispered, and Lucy glanced up with a wistful smile on her face. "I'm writing to Chelsea. She thinks I'm gone, poor thing. She must be torn up about it."

Considering she was safe in Charleston, Lucy figured the threat of assassins had likely vanished.