Chapter 140 - Hundred And Forty
The carriage interior was a study in opulent simplicity. Rich, dark wood paneling lined the walls, polished to a mirror-like sheen. A plush, velvet seat, upholstered in deep burgundy, dominated the space, promising comfort even on the roughest of roads. A small, round table, inlaid with intricate patterns, sat opposite the seat, its surface currently bare. The carriage was dimly lit by a single, ornate lantern, casting long, dancing shadows across the velvet upholstery.
Ryan sat on the velvet seat, his brow furrowed in concentration. He was lost in thought, his mind racing as he tried to piece together the puzzle of the murderer.
The killer will be there, and Count Edmund is in grave danger. Ryan knew he had to be proactive, to anticipate the killer’s next move.
"I must think critically," he murmured to himself. "The killer is cunning, and they will not make the same mistake twice. I must be prepared for any eventuality."
He began to outline his strategy, his voice barely a whisper. "First, I must continue to gather information. Every detail, no matter how insignificant, could be a crucial piece of the puzzle. I must speak with the guards or anyone who may have seen or heard something suspicious.
Next, I must increase security around the Count. I will personally oversee his movements, ensuring that he is never alone or vulnerable. I will also coordinate with the guards to tighten security measures, both inside and outside the hunting grounds.
Finally, I must try to anticipate the killer’s next move. What would I do if I were in their shoes? What would be the most effective way to strike again? By understanding the killer’s mindset, I may be able to thwart their plans."
Ryan’s thoughts were interrupted by a flurry of activity near the entrance. Suzy, as usual, was now wrestling with a pair of white gloves as if they were trying to escape.
"These damn gloves!" She muttered, her frustration evident.
She resorted to a rather unconventional solution, tucking her fan under her arm to free up her hands. With a fresh determination, she attacked the gloves once more. Ryan couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight. She was always like this but he began to wonder ’ why didn’t Doris help her?"
When she finally managed to secure the gloves, she turned to face the carriage. Ryan was struck speechless. She was dressed in a stunning royal purple gown, the color accentuating her beauty. A matching white hat adorned her head, ivory fan and the white gloves completed the elegant ensemble.