Chapter 738

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“Yes, Old Mr. Quillen!”

Alfred nodded, adjusting his sleeves before quietly departing the study.

After returning to her quarters, Felicity took a long, meditative bath. When she finally stepped out, she donned a simple white bathrobe, her mind far away from the comforts of the Quillen estate. Despite the years that had passed, she maintained a disciplined presence, but tonight, her focus was entirely on the mission at hand.

Late into the night, when the grand mansion had fallen into a heavy silence, Felicity did not seek rest. Instead, she tightened the belt of her robe and slipped into her footwear, moving toward the hallway with practiced, silent steps.

The estate was a fortress of quiet. Aside from Alfred, the security detail was generally restricted from the inner sanctum during the early morning hours. Upon reaching the study area, Felicity’s movements became even more cautious. She had memorized the positions of every surveillance camera. Confirming there were no new additions to the security grid, she utilized a side exit to bypass the main sensors.

For a woman of her social standing, the sight of her navigating the estate like a phantom would have been a shock to any witness. Yet, she was driven by a single, unwavering goal: to retrieve what rightfully belonged to her, regardless of the risk.

Simultaneously, four specialized operatives—dispatched by Magnus to assist her—were stealthily moving through the Quillen residence.

Alfred, however, was not asleep. In the dark glow of the family’s central surveillance hub, he watched the monitors with narrowed eyes. He observed the figures scurrying through the shadows of the mansion with a clinical detachment.

“Mr. Grishaw, why are we allowing them to continue?” Logan Collins, the captain of the Quillen security team, asked in a low voice. He was perplexed as to why Alfred would permit intruders to roam the estate unchallenged.

“Not yet,” Alfred instructed calmly. “We need to see exactly where their path leads. Do not engage until I give the order.”

“Understood, Mr. Grishaw.” Logan, like all the Quillen guards, held Alfred in the highest regard. To them, Alfred was the tactical anchor of the family; his presence alone was a guarantee that no intruder would successfully breach the family’s core interests.

For three hours, Felicity meticulously combed through every possible hiding spot where Terence might keep high-value items. She uncovered numerous treasures—antiques and heirlooms that would have been a fortune to any common thief—but none of them held any interest for her. She was searching for only two things: the personal mementos left behind by her late husband, Tony.

When she finally reached a prearranged meeting point in the backyard, her four operatives joined her. Each of them shook their head in silent frustration; the items were not in any of the standard vaults.

“They must be in the inner sanctum. Follow me,” Felicity commanded. Her determination had reached a breaking point. She knew that if she failed tonight, Magnus might not offer her another chance, and her husband’s legacy would be lost to her forever.

While security was light in the peripheral wings, the area surrounding Tony’s former quarters was heavily guarded.

“Madam, please stop,” a group of security guards stepped forward, blocking the corridor as Felicity approached. “Old Mr. Quillen has issued a direct order—no one is permitted to enter the former master’s rooms without his personal authorization.”

“Stand aside!” Felicity’s voice was like ice. “I am Tony’s widow. It is my right to enter his rooms and pay my respects to his memory. Do not tell me I am forbidden from my own husband’s history.”

“Madam, please do not make this difficult for us,” the team leader pleaded. It was common knowledge within the estate that Terence’s rules regarding this room were absolute.

Felicity didn't bother with further argument. She gave a sharp, subtle signal to the four men behind her.

In an instant, the shadows moved. Magnus’s operatives launched a coordinated strike, their movements efficient and professional. They targeted the guards' pressure points and utilized swift grappling techniques to neutralize them before an alarm could be fully raised.

“Call for backup! Intruders in the west wing!” the lead guard shouted into his comms just before the struggle escalated into a full-scale confrontation. The silence of the Quillen residence was finally shattered.