Chapter 565



The air around them was thick with intimidation, and Kallie felt a chill wash over her, her face paling slightly. Saniya noticed Kallie’s fear, a smug smirk playing on her lips as she let out a disdainful snort.

But then, a voice broke through the tension, low and gravelly, yet commanding. “Is this how you treat a guest? Have you forgotten the meaning of hospitality?”

The voice spoke in Kallie’s native language, and the sudden familiarity made her pause.

Kallie turned toward the voice, her eyes landing on an elderly man being wheeled out.

The elderly man’s frail frame was hunched, and his clothes hung loosely on his thin body. Yet, despite his apparent fragility, he wore a warm smile that gave him an almost kind appearance at first glance.

The people around the elderly man straightened, their expressions turning respectful.

Kallie’s mind raced. This elderly man had to be the boss here. But confusion nagged at her. How could someone so old and feeble command such a group of intimidating individuals?

Kallie’s eyes landed on the young man behind the wheelchair. He couldn’t have been more than nineteen, dressed just like the other servants.

At first glance, Kallie dismissed the young man as part of the hired help. But something made her pause. Unlike the rest, who were all clearly foreign, he was unmistakably from her homeland. The realization sent a ripple of unease through her.

The elderly man came closer, his gaze sharp despite the warm smile on his lips. “Ms. Nixon,” he called out in a smooth, almost too-friendly tone. “I must apologize for the abrupt way you were brought here. But I had little choice. Had I approached this openly, your fiancé would’ve blocked me at every turn.”

Kallie’s mind raced, but she kept her voice steady. “So, you know Jake?” she asked, carefully choosing her words.

The elderly man’s smile deepened, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Oh, I’m quite familiar with him,” he replied, his tone growing more cryptic. “But that’s not the issue now, is it? You’re here, and I suggest you settle in. Forget any ideas of leaving. I promise my people will make sure you’re… comfortable.”

Kallie bit back a dozen questions, opting for silence. She knew better than to ask questions that might reveal more than she intended.

“After such a long journey, you must be exhausted. Go and rest,” the elderly man said, dismissively waving his hand.

The bodyguards responded instantly, motioning for Kallie to move.

Left without a choice, Kallie fell in line.

As they escorted Kallie away, she couldn’t help but glance back. There, Saniya stood close to the elderly man, locked in a quiet, familiar conversation. Their rapport was obvious.

Suddenly, Kallie had a chilling sensation. Instinctively, she scanned her surroundings, searching for the source of her unease. That was when she noticed him, the young man pushing the wheelchair.

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