Chapter 1124


    Chapter 1124 No Longer Feeling Guilty


    Tiago was amused by the dissatisfaction in Jean’s words. Speaking of which, this is my first time


    seeing My Lord in such a state, all for a woman… Ah, it seems My Lord has truly had his heart stolen


    by that woman.


    In the midst of their conversation, the group arrived at the Governor’s Mansion.


    It was an extravagantly luxurious castle, standing majestically halfway up the hill.


    From the foot of the mountain, there wereyers of guards leading up to the castle.


    At the entrance of the ancient castle halfway up the mountain, the security was incredibly tight. Security


    personnel were arranged meticulously, covering every possible angle without any blind spots.


    The grandndscape of the mansion at the entrance was truly spectacr, boasting a scale that was


    both majestic and impressive.


    After getting out of the car, Jean surveyed the ancient castle, a familiar feeling washing over him.


    When he thought about it, it had indeed been many years since hest returned. Yet, everything here


    remained as it was, unchanged from the past.


    The butler, Dickson, had received the news and, along with his staff, lined up at the door to wee


    them.


    “Wee back, My Lord!” As soon as Jean stepped out of the car, a chorus of voices rang out in


    unison.


    Jean gave a quick nce around, his gaze finallynding on Dickson. In a calm voice, he said, “You’ve


    worked hard managing this ce for the past few years.”


    Dickson was pleasantly surprised and quickly responded, “Thank you for your praise, My Lord. This is


    my duty, and I dare not neglect it in the slightest.”


    Jean nodded slightly and strode in.


    When he disembarked from the ne, he was draped in a long ck trench coat, which entuated


    his tall and slender figure. He walked as if he carried the wind with him, exuding an extraordinary aura


    of dominance.


    Tiago andn, along with a few others, were all following behind.


    After pushing open the heavy doors of the ancient castle, the servants respectfully lowered their heads,


    inviting the guests to enter.


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    “My Lord, you must be weary from your journey. Why not rest first? We can discuss important matters


    once you’ve recuperated.” After finishing his statement, Tiago added, “The seven branch leaders have


    already set off from their respective areas and will arriveter.”


    Jean had no objections. Before going upstairs, he didn’t forget to remind Tiago. “Don’t forget the task I


    entrusted to you in the car.”


    Tiago smiled leisurely. “How could I possibly forget the instructions of My Lord? Rest assured, I will


    send someone to investigate the news from the Gordon and Cox families shortly.”


    Jean was satisfied and returned to his room upstairs.


    Even though he was somewhat tired, he had no ns to rest.


    Walking onto the balcony, he tilted his head back to gaze at the sky.


    Walking onto the balcony, he tilted his head back to gaze at the sky.


    Even though he and Neera were both in Phison, he was still quite a distance from District Fourteen.


    Taking a flight there would still take at least two to three hours for Jean.


    However,pared to before, when he was in Kingsview, and she was in Essley, separated by half the


    globe, they had be considerably closer.


    His lips curved slightly as he murmured, “I’vee to find you, Neera. Wait for me patiently…”


    As Neera woke from her sleep, her eyes were still not fully open when her hand was already groping


    toward the bedside.


    Picking up her phone, she sat up and rubbed her eyes, eager to see if there were any messages from


    Jean.


    Fortunately, that time, she was not disappointed.


    Upon seeing a message from Jean, her sleepiness instantly vanished. Her eyes lit up as she hurriedly


    clicked to read it.


    Jean: I’ve been quite busy these past few days, being on a ne and all. Thus, I couldn’t send any


    messages. I haven’t been able to contact you during this time. If I’ve kept you waiting, I’m truly sorry. I’ll


    make it up to you when we meet.


    There were two messages from him. The first was an exnation for hisck of messages. The second


    was: Neera, how have you been these past few days? Are you doing well?


    Neera’s heart leaped with joy, and a smile involuntarily settled on her countenance. He didn’t give up.


    He’s still thinking about me.


    However, she soon furrowed her brows, and her smile vanished instantly, reced by a look of deep


    concern. He has only recovered slightly from his illness a few days ago, and now he’s about to get


    busy again. I’m worried. He’s taking a ne, but where is he going, and what is he going to do? Can it


    be that he’s on a business trip? Can his body handle a long flight?


    As Neera’s worry deepened, she quickly typed, eager to seek rity.


    However, just as she was about to send it, she paused, feeling it wasn’t quite right, and hurriedly


    deleted all the


    text.


    After a moment of hesitation, she simply resorted to her old trick, typing in the children’s style: Where


    did you go, Daddy?


    With experience under her belt, she could impersonate the children with ease and without any guilt.