Chapter 1290 - 1230: Bloody Night (2)

I don’t know if those people were given special instructions by the Night Owl when they came, but not a single one of them answered Sienna Johnson’s questions.

They acted as if they hadn’t heard Sienna Johnson at all.

"Why hasn’t the Night Owl come by lately?"

Sienna Johnson was still trying to talk to them. God knows, she desperately wanted someone to talk to her; she felt that she’d go crazy if this continued.

"Why aren’t you saying anything?"

"..."

"Where’s the Night Owl? What’s he busy with lately?"

Sienna Johnson was stuck here, completely cut off from the outside world. She didn’t know what was happening outside, nor did she know that tonight, Adrian Desmond and Kiya were teaming up to drive the Night Owl out of the Imperial Palace.

Without the protection of the Abyanabad Royal Family, the Night Owl would again have to return to a life of hiding and evasion.

"How long does he plan to keep me locked up?"

"..."

"Surely he’s not planning to keep me imprisoned here for the rest of my life just because I won’t do what he says?"

No one would imagine a place like this; even Adrian Desmond couldn’t guess. By the time he discovered she was hidden in the Imperial Mausoleum, she would have already turned into a pile of bones.

Sienna Johnson felt more depressed and subdued than ever before.

No matter who you are, being confined here for a long time would eventually drive someone insane.

"Are you all mute?..."

No one responded to her. She glanced up at the three men, finally closing her mouth. Since the Night Owl dared to send them to such a place, he must have known that their lips would be sealed tight, not revealing anything.

The ingredients were set down. The three of them left the room, disappearing into that darkness, never once glancing at the sitting Sienna Johnson.

"Wait!"

Sienna Johnson couldn’t help but get up and chase after them. Those three saw Sienna Johnson come out but didn’t stop her.

It seemed they were quite sure that even if they didn’t lock the door, she wouldn’t be able to escape.

They moved quickly, soon leaving Sienna Johnson behind. She chased them for over ten meters and then lost her way in the darkness.

Turning around, the open door was there, light spilling out and illuminating a patch of the darkness—it was the only light!

Submerged in boundless darkness, Sienna Johnson ultimately turned back toward that light, returning to her cage.

She knew she couldn’t just sit and wait for death like this; she needed to find her own way out.

Returning to the room, she was wrapped in the light, closed the door, bolting it from the inside, and collapsed helplessly to the ground.

If this continued, she was sure to fall apart.

What should she do?

...

At three in the morning, Adrian Desmond’s men gathered outside the Imperial Palace.

They were all dressed in black, camouflaged by the night.

The night was dark and windy, perfect for tonight’s action.

Kiya was also there. He looked at the long-familiar Imperial Palace, feeling somewhat emotional. This was his home, where he was born and raised.

Tonight, he would drive out the usurper occupying his home.

"Do you have to act with us?" Adrian Desmond didn’t want Kiya to risk joining the adventure.

The battlefield was unpredictable, and Adrian Desmond couldn’t ensure Kiya’s safety during the chaos.

Kiya had his own considerations. "I must show up for today’s operation. Otherwise, your cause will be unjustified."

A group of people in black attacking the palace was not the same as them attacking with the Sultan.

Adrian Desmond, clothed in black, had a cold and murderous expression that softened with a hint of admiration. He patted Kiya’s shoulder and said, "Bullets know no eyes, stay hidden. I don’t want my sister to become a widow."

Thinking of Paige Desmond, Kiya’s spirits dimmed.

"If Paige becomes a widow, she’d probably be happy about it."

Adrian Desmond raised an eyebrow, disliking Kiya’s comment about his sister. "Paige isn’t like that."

"She doesn’t want me back as the Sultan; she even refuses to answer my calls or reply to my texts now."

"Women always have a bit of a temper. She’s your woman; why stoop to be upset about it?" Adrian Desmond advised.

"Yes, my woman!" No matter how she treated him, Kiya found it bittersweet.

Thinking about the impending battle, Kiya temporarily put Paige out of his mind. He had to succeed today; he couldn’t afford to die.

Otherwise, that woman Paige would definitely take their child and remarry.

Adrian Desmond asked, "When do we attack?"

"Wait until the palace gates open."

Adrian Desmond asked, "Did you arrange for a mole in the palace?"

"No, the garbage truck will haul out the palace’s trash at four. At that time, the small gate of the palace will be open."

Adrian Desmond: ...

"At that time, the guards will be changing shifts, the defense will be weak, and we can charge in."

Adrian Desmond asked, "You even know when the garbage truck leaves the palace."

"That’s why I’m a good Sultan!"

Adrian Desmond: ...

...

At the Johnson Family,

Paige Desmond was restless, and Ella didn’t know what was wrong; she cried and fussed non-stop. Oni touched Ella’s forehead; she wasn’t feverish.

Oni held Ella, comforting her, "Little Princess, how about Oni takes you for a walk?"

Ella continued to cry, and Paige was anxious.

"What’s going on here?"

Oni replied, "The Sultan has always been taking care of her. She’s probably missing him."

Seeing her daughter crying so miserably, Paige didn’t care how late it was and called Kiya, hoping he’d comfort Ella, but Kiya didn’t answer.

Paige held all her frustration inside, extremely annoyed.

She guessed that Kiya was probably angry at her for not answering his calls or replying to his messages, so now he was ignoring her calls.

"Oni, take her out for a walk. Remember to dress her warmly so she doesn’t catch a cold."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Paige said crossly, "Don’t call me ’Your Highness.’ Who knows who the queen will be after your Sultan returns to Abyanabad."

Oni dared not respond to that, taking Ella outside.

After being troubled by her daughter for half the night, Paige couldn’t fall asleep.

She checked her phone, and Kiya hadn’t called. She flipped through the messages Kiya had sent her, one by one, feeling worse as she read.

At first, she disagreed with him giving up the throne to live with her in Orienta, but he insisted on coming. Once she accepted their simple way of life, Kiya wanted to return to being the Sultan.

Paige muttered to herself, "Since you were always going to go back to being the Sultan, why give it up in the first place?"

Thinking about her daughter, Paige suddenly had a realization.

All along, that man never intended to give up the throne for her. He chased her across miles, made her have Ella, just to force her to return.

"... First coax me back to Abyanabad, and the next step would be to coax me back to the palace? Hehe... Kiya, you’re truly capable, even scheming against me..."

"..."

"Kiya, you bastard!"

Kiya sneezed, his nose tickling.

Adrian Desmond looked at Kiya and asked, "Are you okay?"

"I’m guessing your sister is cursing me."

"My sister wouldn’t curse anyone," Adrian Desmond defended.

Kiya smiled but remained silent.