The Enigmatic Return ( Nancy’s )
The Enigmatic Return By Juliana. Spicy 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 were layers 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 grand landscape of the mansion at the entrance was truly spectacular, 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 he last 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 welcome them.

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

Jean gave a quick glance around, his gaze finally landing on Dickson. In a calm voice, he said, “You’ve worked hard managing this place 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 plane, he was draped in a long black trench coat, which accentuated his tall and slender figure. He walked as if he carried the wind with him, exuding an extraordinary aura of dominance.

Tiago and lan, 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.

“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 arrive later.”

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 plans 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, compared to before, when he was in Kingsview, and she was in Essley, separated by half the globe, they had become considerably closer.

His lips curved slightly as he murmured, “I’ve come to replace 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 plane 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 explanation for his lack 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, replaced 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 plane, 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 clarity.

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.