Chapter 110: Chapter 110

"Not getting up yet?"

Lucy Eaton wanted to get up, but now the wound on her stomach had split open, and the pain prevented her from rising.

"Your Highness, help me up, I can’t get up."

Even a blind man was supposed to help her; was there no justice?

Emma Bennett reached out and directly pushed her away, causing Lucy Eaton to be thrown off the bed, lying on the carpet with her limbs flailing, tears streaming down her face.

These two words resonated in her mind, overshadowing everything else.

Not hearing anything, Emma Bennett asked, "Lucy?"

The ’Lucy’ he referred to didn’t want to pay him any attention and remained silent.

Emma Bennett assumed she was knocked unconscious, got off the bed, and didn’t turn on the lights. After all, in his world, everything was dark; the lights were of no use to him.

"Lucy?" Emma Bennett crouched beside her and nudged her with his hand.

Lucy Eaton grabbed his hand and pulled him down onto the carpet, "Your Highness, pushing a severely injured person off is fun, isn’t it?"

Emma Bennett came to his senses and sat up, "Bold of you, you..."

Lucy Eaton closed her eyes and slept, no longer speaking.

"You actually dared to ignore me."

"I didn’t ignore you; I’m just tired and want to sleep now."

"Nathaniel, the young master has fallen asleep."

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Oliver Green received the order, went to the second floor to get a blanket, and Nathaniel Green covered it over Jacob Green who was asleep on the sofa.

Last night, the young master hadn’t slept a wink, and tonight, he stayed up waiting for news.

Finally, he became so exhausted that he fell into a deep sleep.

Just after two hours of sleep, the latest update arrived.

Jacob Green opened his eyes, bloodshot, and sat up immediately, "Is there any news?"

Nathaniel Green’s face didn’t look too good, "Young master, the Palmer Family sent word saying those criminals sent them a letter."

"What’s the content?"

"They thought the Young Madam was a maid for the Palmer Family..."

"I asked you about the contents of the letter!"

Nathaniel Green’s lips moved, his voice particularly low, "They said she was buried alive the night she was taken away, and told the Palmer Family not to waste their energy searching..."

Jacob Green’s pupils constricted, a sweet metallic taste swelled in his throat, which he forcibly swallowed, "Wha... what?! Buried... alive?!"

"That’s... what it said."

"Young master." Oliver Green hurried in from outside, "We tracked the criminals’ location to Aiden Longfield in Northriver City. There aren’t many people; our men have scouted around, and there are about a hundred or so people there."

"Nathaniel, take the Hidden Flame Squad and come with me."

Filled with hatred, Nathaniel Green immediately joined him, boarded the plane, and took people over there.

For the first time, he deployed the two large planes from Blossom Haven for a personal vendetta.

After the plane arrived at Northriver Airport, they drove straight to Aiden Longfield.

Because the location was remote with few vehicles passing by, controlling the hundred people in Aiden Longfield didn’t attract any unnecessary attention for Jacob Green and his team.

When they arrived, there was no idle talk; the battle commenced immediately.

Compared to the well-trained soldiers Jacob Green brought, the hundred people in Aiden Longfield were clearly no match.

However, the opposition fought bravely and initially showed great valor.

After nearly half of them died and realizing Jacob Green’s side had only a few injuries and no fatalities, the remaining ones surrendered.

Among the survivors was one of the two who buried Lucy Eaton.

They inquired about the location of Lucy Eaton’s grave, and Jacob Green led people to dig.

Unfortunately, nothing was found; only the ropes that bound Lucy Eaton.

"That’s impossible. The other guy and I personally buried her in the hole; how can there be nothing?"

"Buried?" Hearing this, Jacob Green stormed over and gave the man a brutal beating, nearly killing him before stopping, "I’m telling you, if you don’t start talking, I’ll dig your eyeballs out to feed the dogs."

"I’m really telling the truth; we really buried her here. She’s gone, and I don’t know what’s going on." The man said trembling, quivering on the ground.

Nathaniel Green walked to Jacob Green’s side and whispered in his ear, "Young master, the Young Madam had been in a survival club before. Since we haven’t found her, it’s very likely she escaped."

Jacob Green also thought this way, "But if she managed to escape, why didn’t she contact us?"

"The Young Madam suffered such severe injuries; could she have been rescued by someone and is now unconscious?"

"Search all hospitals and clinics in Northriver."

"What about these people?"

"Ask them who their master really is."

But evidently, those who knew the master were dead, and these ones knew nothing, never having met their true master.

"Couldn’t get anything out of them, young master."

"These people alive are also a threat to society; you know what to do." With that, Jacob Green returned to the car.

Two hours later, Nathaniel Green finished his tasks and got in the car, "Everything handled properly; eliminated them and burned them, scattering the ashes into the river."

Jacob Green uttered two words, "Go back."

Jacob Green was always adept at returning evil for evil; he never took the initiative to provoke others, but if anyone dared to come after him, he would ensure they found no resting place!

This time, his anger was genuinely inflamed as Lucy Eaton’s whereabouts were unknown. He had no mind to think of anything else but finding her quickly.

It must be said, failing to dig up Lucy Eaton’s body left him somewhat relieved.

Not seeing the body suggested she was highly likely still alive.

Never had he found time so excruciatingly slow; with her injured, who knew her condition now? She must be suffering terribly.

Jacob Green’s heart felt empty.

Lucy Eaton in the Presidential Mansion was unaware of all these events taking place outside, and even more oblivious to Jacob Green’s men flipping hospitals upside down.

In the morning, she read books for Emma Bennett, and in the afternoon, she massaged his head.

Thus, three days passed, after which she urged Emma Bennett to give her a proper identity.

Seeing her so anxious, Emma Bennett said, "Then from today onwards, you’ll be a servant by my side here. While getting your identity processed, you’ll work daily like the other servants. Your injury has just started to heal; if you don’t mind the pain, feel free to do so."

"Nick, settle her into the servant’s quarters, and register an identity for her."

Registering an identity required a photo, but such records were only managed by personnel specifically tasked by the Presidential Mansion, not accessible to ordinary people.

Register an identity first, then leave the Presidential Mansion openly after some time.

A necessary procedure.

Reporting an ID number was required during registration, but she said she was undocumented, without an ID, and with Nick’s help, it was still successfully registered.