Chapter 1119

Frederick’s Study “Master, Hazel made up an excuse to stay behind,” Fisher said as he followed Frederick into the dimly lit study, his voice low but tinged with unease. “Do you think she’s acting under orders? Maybe someone gave her a mission.” Frederick moved toward the desk, his expression cold and unreadable as shadows played across the sharp lines of his face. “Even if Hazel hadn’t stayed,” he said icily, “we still wouldn’t have been allowed to leave.” He paused, fingers grazing the edge of the desk. “The people in this old manor have been lying in wait for years—waiting for me to return, so they could trap me here. They have no intention of letting me go.” A dark flicker passed through Fisher’s eyes. “Master… do you mean they’re still planning to seize control of the Fuller family?” Frederick turned toward him, his voice dropping into something almost too calm. “They don’t just want the Fuller family.” He held Fisher’s gaze. “They want me dead.” The words struck like a blade throu