--Tian Estate--
Dorian's sudden presence puzzled many, especially Mrs. Spy.
They thought he was out. But who would've known he would erge from his room so suddenly?
'...'
Alice was thanking her lucky stars she didn't go shopping around yet. Or how would she have explained her reasons for entering his chambers?
Alice thinned her lip, hastily texting Mr. Green.
Of course, she really didn't need to do so because the tiny spy cara they gave her was always in her chest pocket in the form of a pen.
Additionally, her hair bow also had a hidden cara lodged in it, ant to capture the back view of whatever place she moved through.
When she had the ti, she would secretly charge these devices.
She was a key asset to the many 'police' inspectors and investigators, aiding them in mapping the mansion's interior.
As a live-in doctor, her hair was always to be kept in a knotted ponytail or any other hairdo that kept her hair away when dealing with every aspect concerning the patients.
It was because her ears were constantly exposed that the 'police investigators' dared not give her any earpieces to communicate with them directly.
But of course, she was still wearing a wired microphone underneath her clothes to pick up all conversations around her.
The day she had been taken into the van and briefed over and over in the many gadgets at her disposal was the day she felt she was in a spy movie.
(^∆^)
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Everything was so surreal.
They even had the van filled with cancers and all sorts of people wearing police vests and microphones, just like in the movies.
Alice squinted her eyes, looking at Dorian's leaving silhouette.
'The earlier I get it done, the faster I can leave this den of criminals.'
She looked at her phone, seeing Mr. Green's reply.
[Good. Keep us inford. We also need you to go through a few more hallways and rooms past the kitchen. I'll be sending you details in a while]
Hmmm...
Alice nodded, planning to sneak in after her shift heads by 3.
Breakfast was by 8 A.M, Lunch by mid-day, and Supper at 7.
They always had 45 minutes for breakfast in the morning and afternoon... But for supper, they had an hour and 15.
The rules had always been like this since she got into this estate.
She also noted that for Supper preparations, Butler sheng would always head to the kitchen at the sa ti every day -- 5 P.M.
It didn't matter how much he had to prepare or how large of a feast it was; the man always appeared in the hallways, heading to the massive industrial kitchens 5~10 minutes before 5 P.M.
In such a massive industrial kitchen, one could make 20 or more dishes on the various stations all at once.
There were gigantic ovens, a walk-in freezer room, and multiple appliances used by big industries and chefs.
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Back to the main issue, Butler Sheng alone always began food preparations by 5 P.M.
And after that period, she wouldn't be able to sneak past the kitchen area until Lights out.
Mr. Green had requested she do so in the dayti to provide them with a brighter view.
Alice frowned. 'My shift ends at 3. I'll have to change my boots and drop my white coat before I can move to do anything. I also need to make sure the coast is clear before heading towards that route.'
She had to slip into shoes that wouldn't make heavy noises.
Like Mr. Green had told her, there might be spies in their group planted by these criminals to keep a watch on them.
One could never be too certain.
For this spy operation, Alice planned that by 4:40 max, she should be back on her bed.
'This ans I only have at most an hour to do it all.'
Alright. All she had to do was wait for more details from Green before heading out.
Easy.
With a simple hair flick, she scoffed at Dorian's descending silhouette and headed back into the Grand Bedroom chambers to care for the coma-stricken patients lying about.
As for Dorian, he couldn't care less about this non-important person.
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12:48 P.M.
Descending the stairs, he calmly headed for the Grand Dining Hall.
He had already agreed with Old Gia and the rest of the elders to et him up at the Main Gia residence.
Old Gia was going to use a private jet to take them straight to the Navy base.
Yup!
Apart from the few choppers out on display, the Gias has a sizable private jet underground that erges when need be.
The jet was one of the most technologically advanced of these tis, with features that would make aviation fans and many scream in awe.
The Gias were the only few permitted by the country to have a plane in their enormous estate.
Typically, even if one purchases a private jet, they would have to drive to the airport to access this jet.
But the Gias were different.
They had a while runway and enough estate land fit for a palace.
The Gias have been here since ancient tis and have acquired a foothold in such matters.
Of course, every ti they used it, they had to inform the military air control, who would also take care of many other protocols and formalities that needed to be done.
What's more, a safe air travel route must first be assigned before they can make a move to avoid issues with comrcial airlines and private jet flyers.
Everyone had agreed to et in the Gia estate by 3:30 P.M, giving the Gias enough ti to communicate with their teams, do any last checks, and get their pilots ready for takeoff.
As military people, the Gias usually check on their private choppers and only jet daily, ensuring it's always intact, lest ergencies co knocking at their doors.
Old Gia himself had told him they checked their jet every morning. So this afternoon check shouldn't be different from what they saw this morning.
By private jet, they should reach the Navy Base in an hour and a half.
But even at that, Dorian felt the whole situation might end tomorrow.
Thus, he decided to solve another problem first quickly... The Ingards!
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In the massive Dining Hall, several familiar people were gathered with anxious faces.
But when they saw the approaching youngster, they secretly sighed in relief.
Thankfully, the youth hadn't taken their previous behaviors into account.
Many, many they were too insignificant for him to bother about?
The thick-mustached Zee Ingard, his wife, Lishu, and a few of their guards all smiled bitterly.
Indeed...
How could their little attitudes bother the Grandmaster who probably faced hellish matters daily?
Well, it's never too late to adjust one's attitude.
The group gave a respectful bow toward Dorian.
"Grandmaster, thank you for entertaining us on such short notice."
It was only a few hours ago that they inford him of their visitation. They didn't an to be rude, but it was too urgent.
Dorian waved his hands casually. "It's nothing... Sit."
"Yes..."
Zee and his wife sat while the guards wondered whether to sit or stand.
Typically, they would stand. But since this mystical grandmaster told them to sit, should they go against protocol?
"Sit."
"..."
Well, that was that.
The lazy yet authoritative voice that left no room for questioning made the guards scramble for seats.
And soon enough, Butler Sheng appeared, pulling several trolleys into the room.
And when the door was finally shit, he flicked his hands, and the trolleys began moving on their own.
Their eyes bulged out from side to side. It's been a long ti since they saw magic. So how can they not feel excited?
(°o°)
...
Everyone had to give Butler Sheng another look.
This was the 4th magic user they had seen apart from the Grandmaster and the 2 n he brought to their Ingard estate a while back.
Today, Butler Sheng was the one who led them in. And though they recognized him as the Tian butler who followed the Tian couple, it's been a long ti since they last saw him.
Whoosh!
Several trays of food landed before them.
"Eat."
"..."
Fine. Who were they to say no?
Everyone began their al cautiously until Dorian's words finally broke the silence.
"I take it she's back?"
The couple nodded, gritting her teeth in rage. "Yes, Grandmaster!"
The culprit who dared to give their darling son, Cang Ingard, those peaches was back.
All this ti, she had been abroad, many to hide her from suspicion if anything happened to him.
She was supposed to stay abroad for another 3 weeks.
But all of a sudden, she hurried back overnight, stating she missed them.
Heh...
Missing the chance to kill their son was more like it!
Dorian nodded, listening to the couple's retelling.
"Grandmaster, she just arrived this morning."
"Good. We leave after the al."
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