Regardless, one thing was clear.


    Action was needed.


    Davey swiftly dispatched a team to his overseas manors to demolish the entire opulent undergroundplex beneath the estate.


    Hemanded them to bury it beneathyers of earth, erasing any trace of its existence.


    For days now, he’d been overseeing the dismantling of simr subterranean hideouts in various locales.


    Davey was meticulous, methodical, and cautious in his actions, guided by the ancient wisdom that “a ship that sails a thousand years is built with great care.


    ”


    But now, Davey let out a small, sinister smile.


    A new challenge had presented itself.


    Stepping out of the car, Davey nted one foot firmly on the ground, a portrait of confidence as he faced his manor.


    Straightening his suit, he appeared vibrant and energetic at first nce.


    Yet, a closer inspection unveiled the icy ze smoldering in his eyes.


    A sinister smile crept across his lips as he surveyed his domain.


    Anyone daring to disrupt his ns would meet only destruction!


    Instead of going to Casey’s room as usual, Davey summoned the butler to seek information on the day’s events.


    The butler dutifully recounted the mundane events he had observed, none of which seemed noteworthy to him.


    Swirling the crimson wine in his ss, Davey arched an eyebrow.


    “You’re saying Casey requested a cup of brown sugar water?”


    Brown sugar water? A mysterious smile lingered on Davey’s lips.Property belongs to N?vel(D)r/ama.Org.


    Casey was fastidious about her drinking water, insisting solely on mineral water airlifted from high-altitude springs, a preference Davey consistently amodated, steadfastly maintaining this routine.


    Even the most casually poured ss of water for Casey originated from these deliveries.


    Even if she suffered from amnesia, she would undoubtedly discern the water’s vor.


    However, her sudden request for brown sugar water appeared unrted to a shift in taste.


    Rather, it seemed she believed that asking for such a beverage might marginally inconvenience the butler, perhaps a means to upy his time.


    Observing the disquieting grin persisting on Davey’s countenance, the butler sensed a shiver of unease.


    He inquired cautiously, “Mr.


    Glyn, is there cause for concern?”


    “No,” Davey replied tersely, his demeanor unchanged as he swiftly drained a ss of red wine, then ced it on the table with a resounding “clink.


    ”


    Rising slowly, Davey ordered, “Pleasemence the search for a new family doctor.


    ”


    The butler paused, gathering his thoughts before cautiously asking, “Mr.


    Glyn, has Dr.


    Hinksmitted an error…”


    Davey merely raised his eyelids, fixing his gaze on the butler.


    Suddenly, the butler found himself unable to continue, a cold sweat forming on his back.


    He had spoken too freely!


    To the bulter, Jimena had always conducted herself admirably, leaving a positive impression on him and often gifting him with homemade soaps and scented candles.


    Those were notvish gifts, and he saw no harm in epting them.


    Furthermore, they aligned with his preferences, especially the scented candles Jimena imed contained medicinal herbs.


    He relied on it nightly, finding sce in its scent, a wee respite from the insomnia brought on by the specters of his past misdeeds haunting his dreams.


    Over time, the butler had be reliant on the scented candles, deeply grateful to Jimena for its soothing effects.