Chapter 234
While overseeing the inspection, Adele’s sharp gaze scanned the dockyard like a falcon circling above prey. The moonlight glinted off the metallic crates, casting long, angular shadows that stretched like claws across the ground.
Suddenly, from behind a stack of sealed containers, Bernard emerged, cloaked in the same silence he always wore. His presence wasn’t announced by sound—but by the sudden unease in the air, as if the night itself recoiled from him.
He leaned in close to Adele and whispered, "Ma’am, it’s time."
Adele’s lips curled faintly, but the gleam in her eyes could’ve frozen blood.
"Oh?" she murmured, her voice calm yet threaded with steel. "Finally."
Major Radii, noticing the subtle shift in her tone, stepped closer with a frown. "What happened, Lady Lela? Any inconvenience? Are the products not to your satisfaction?"
"No," she replied flatly. "The goods are fine. But it seems we have... mice sniffing around."
Radii raised a brow before breaking into a smirk as he understood the hint. "Ohh... those types. They’re everywhere these days—rats crawling in through the cracks, thinking they won’t be seen."
He chuckled, the sound unpleasant. "These roaches and insects never know where to stop or when to retreat. They always stir up trouble, then cry when the boot lands."
He leaned in and added in a conspiratorial tone, "We had a similar problem just a few days ago. Cleaned it up nicely."
Adele didn’t respond. Her thoughts had already left the dock, flying through the shadows toward the hills beyond—toward those hidden eyes she knew were watching.