The next day, Quintin and Avery came to Styx Mansion again. They arrived early in the morning and waited outside for Lewis to leave.
They hid behind a nearby tree and snooped around while keeping their eyes on the manor's entrance.
Around nine o'clock, they saw Lewis walking out of the house. Lewis got into a Bentley parked at the mansion's entrance.
Before Lewis opened the car door, he suddenly looked in their direction. However, he didn't see anything.
He got into the car, and it sped away.
The two stayed still. They didn't move until the car was out of sight. Only then did they cautiously show their faces again.
"He's gone." Quintin breathed a sigh of relief.
Avery glanced at him disdainfully and took the lead to walk toward the mansion.
"Wait for me!" Quintin hurriedly caught up with Avery.
They arrived at the main gate and pressed the doorbell. After a short while, Mrs. Larson opened the door. She looked pleasantly surprised to see Avery.
"Miss Avery, you're here?"
Avery nodded. "Where's Josephine?"
"She's upstairs sleeping."
"I'll go check on her."
Avery quickly ran into the mansion and found the bedroom with ease. As expected, Josephine was sleeping inside.
She looked somewhat conflicted.
Quintin was confused. "What's wrong with her?"
Avery replied, "I don't know. I heard she's been sleeping all day. Even the doctor can't figure out what's wrong with her."
As she spoke, she sat down next to Josephine's bed.
Quintin also glanced at Josephine and couldn't help but furrow his brows. "Then why is Lewis always going out? Is he really that busy every day?"
"I don't know."
Avery nudged Josephine, but Josephine didn't respond.
"Avery, is she dead?"
As soon as Quintin finished speaking, Avery kicked his head. "Shut up! You're the one who is dying!"
Quintin stepped aside and dodged Avery's attack.
He realized his words were inappropriate and slapped his own cheek, saying, "Me and my big mouth. Josephine will be fine!"
He looked at Josephine with concern in his eyes.
The two were bored in the room. Since Josephine was still asleep, they started playing games on their phones.
One sat on the bed while the other confidently lounged on the sofa.
"Why are you so clumsy? Go up! Attack him!"
"Hey, you're running too fast. I can't catch up! Slow down, slow down! There's someone behind you. Hurry!"
Mrs. Larson stood outside the door and listened to their constant chatter. She felt somewhat hesitant, but after a brief contemplation, she quietly stepped back.
They were just too noisy. In the afternoon, their voices finally woke Josephine up.
She opened her eyes and looked over.
She then saw the two sprawled on the sofa next to the window. They were charging their phones. They were still engrossed in their games.
Josephine got excited and struggled to get up from the bed.
She called out a couple of times. Unfortunately, her voice was too weak. The two were too absorbed in their games and couldn't hear her at all.
Josephine weakly leaned against the bedside and rubbed her stomach. She was so hungry.
They were so noisy that none of them noticed her calling out to them.
She stared at them resentfully and thought of a way to get their attention. Suddenly, the bedroom door was opened.
More precisely, someone kicked it open!
The loud noise startled Josephine, and the two people playing games on the sofa looked up in unison too.
About a dozen masked men were standing at the door. They looked very intimidating.
"Who are you?" Sierra dropped her phone and jolted up from the seat.
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