Larissa Judson and Haskell Palmer novel Chapter 735

“My apologies, but the Neverending Night is temporarily closed for the evening,” Helena announced to the disgruntled customers.

“Helena, what’s going on? Why would you turn away business?” a burly man demanded.

“Exactly! We came all this way, and you just shut the doors on us?” another added.

“Or maybe,” someone else sneered, “you’re up to something shady in there.”

Helena’s expression hardened. “Don’t spread baseless rumors. The Neverending Night operates a legitimate business. The power issue from before has not been fully resolved, and we are conducting a thorough inspection for safety reasons. It is simply not safe for guests tonight.”

“The power issue? It’s been weeks!” someone grumbled.

“We are working as fast as we can,” Helena explained patiently. “As a token of our apology for the inconvenience, all of your expenses will be covered by us tomorrow night.”

“Everything is free?” a murmur of surprise went through the crowd.

“Yes,” Helena confirmed. “Come back tomorrow, and everything will be on the house.”

That quieted them down. After a moment, one of them said, “Alright, since you put it that way, Helena, we’ll see you tomorrow.”

The others agreed, and the crowd began to disperse. Once they were gone, Helena entered the club and ordered her bodyguards to seal every entrance and exit. “Guard the doors. No one gets in, and no one gets out.”

The manager wiped sweat from his brow. “Mr. Lincoln is… in his suite with Honora, the young woman who used to be with the Judson family.”

The implication was clear.

Helena took a deep breath. “Fine. Take me to the security room.”

She personally reviewed the footage from the last several hours but found nothing. Not a single suspicious person, not a single questionable action.

“Is someone drugging my guests with magic?” she fumed. This was a direct challenge to the Lincoln family’s authority.