The rain grew heavier and heavier. The gloomy sky looked like it would copse at any moment. Bolts of lightning shed continuously, like giant dragons.


    Rolls of deafening thunder echoed across the skies.


    The timid maids and young noblewomen rted to the royal family covered their ears in fright, not daring to be alone.


    The torrential downpour was like the heavens had ruptured, the rain pounded down relentlessly. The unprecedented sound of the storm made the pce shake as if it would crumble.


    In an instant, ayer of mist rose from the ground and rooftops, obscuring vision.


    In Jolie’s private dining room, warmmps lit up the elegant interior.


    Servants brought out one exquisite, delicious dish after another for her. “Please enjoy, Commander,” they said after the table was fullyid out. Then they left and thoughtfully closed the door.


    This was not just dinner-it was refined, nutritious and elegant.


    The aroma from the fish and steak on the table was especially tantalizing. Jolie sat down, having felt uneasy all day.


    Just as she picked up her silver chopsticks to start eating, her phone rang. She quickly answered and the person on the other end reported:


    “Commander, we just observed someone staking out Eden’s pce. Looks like they were there the whole afternoon. Some of Eden’s servants also inexplicably left just five minutes ago.”


    “Whose people are watching him? Why were the servants called away?” Jolie asked coldly.


    “Not sure, they seem to be Mr. Marsh’s people, but can’t confirm.”


    Ivan’s people?


    Jolie’s eyes narrowed slightly. “What about Prince Louis? What’s he doing? Any movements?”


    “The prince is still at the king’s bedchamber. He hasn’t left at all. The fog from the rain is getting too thick to see clearly.”


    “What about Eden? What’s he doing?” Jolie asked.


    “Eden just left the king’s pce, probably heading back to his own quarters.”


    “I see. Keep a close eye for me. Something will definitely happen tonight. They’re probably waiting for this storm to provide cover. Stay alert!”


    “Yes, Commander.”


    The call had just ended when another came through. Jolie nced at the caller ID and answered, “What’s the situation over there?”


    “Commander, there’s an inconspicuous door at the back of Eden’s pce. It’s usually locked, but now it’s unlocked.”


    Jolie’s heart sank at this news!


    They’re checking very thoroughly!


    Looks like tonight’s main event is at Eden’s ce. But Eden is Louis’ uncle. What are they nning to do to him?Property of N?)(velDr(a)ma.Org.


    “I understand.” Jolie ended the call and put down her fork to leave.


    She wanted to find out what was going on, so didn’t tell the Queen.


    Ivan had nned to drug Jolie’s dinner to keep her from interfering. But with the two calls, she didn’t eat anything.


    Before leaving, Jolie purposefully wore a hat and changed into clothes she didn’t usually wear-not her uniform. She took a big ck umbre.


    The heavy rain severely reduced visibility to less than two meters. The thick fog obscured sight. This helped conceal Jolie well.


    Having been in the pce for years, Jolie was extremely observant and knew every corner like the back of her hand.


    Plus, with her status and position, the guards generally wouldn’t hinder her movements.


    So she had unobstructed ess.


    But she had never been to Eden’s quarters before.


    Braving the downpour, she arrived at the location mentioned in the call-the back door of Eden’s pce. The rusty iron door was right before her eyes. The lock on it used to be all rusty too.


    The kind of lock that would be hard to open even with a key. Yet now, it was gone?