Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1738 - Sneaking Into Eden'S Palace

Chapter 1738 - Sneaking into Eden's Palace

Watching the girl's back as she went upstairs in the relatively dim light, Jolie's eyes were deep and

dark. She had a cold look on her face, but eventually she also went up the stairs. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

The rain poured down, baptizing the whole world.

Hearing the soft footsteps behind her, Claire glanced back slightly. Her peripheral vision looked back to

see that Jolie had indeed followed.

Since she was here, she definitely wouldn't cause trouble, she just wanted to participate and see what

was going on.

As Jolie followed Claire past the second floor staircase turn, she also went up towards the third floor,

thinking to herself that they had already figured out Eden lived on the third floor?

So Claire's words were still somewhat credible?

On the third floor, the palace was very spacious. The lights were warm yellow, quiet to the point of

being a little desolate.

Ivan met Rowan and the King with Jennifer. The four of them came together.

"Where's Claire? Why hasn't she come up yet?" Jennifer asked softly. "Didn't you come together?"

Just as Rowan was about to worry about her, the door opened.

Everyone stopped in their tracks, hearts jumping, and looked up.

Fortunately the person who came in was Claire.

Just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Jolie's face appeared behind Claire, and they were startled

again, becoming more vigilant.

Claire knew she was late. "Hurry up and hide, Eden might be coming up soon."

After speaking, she glanced back at the woman behind her, "I told her our plan and she followed me."

"Your Majesty," Jolie's gaze had been on the middle-aged man the whole time. She was shocked inside

- Claire wasn't lying.

Jolie took two steps forward and bowed respectfully.

The King, supported by Rowan, with a cane in his right hand, nodded slightly without saying much.

"Let's act according to the plan."

Ivan looked at Jolie, then put his arm around Jennifer's shoulders and turned away.

Rowan supported his father and Claire pulled Jolie along as they walked forward. Jolie followed behind

her.

Jolie didn't know the specifics of the plan, she just trusted Claire's words and was also shocked that

Eden had poisoned the King.

Eden's bedroom was very large, a full 200 square meters, connected to the study, with screens

partitioning them. The study was also very large, divided into writing and reading areas, and the

bookshelves were intricately designed to easily conceal people.

No matter which direction they hid in, they could clearly hear the sounds from the bedroom.

The rain tonight was heavy, covering up the sound of footsteps.

The indoor lights were warm yellow, with the main lights off.

Rowan had prepared a small stool for his father. Supporting his father to sit down, he squatted beside

him. The two of them were behind the screen, next to the intricate curtains, and a row of bookshelves.

The position was very hidden, and their clothes tonight blended in with the room's decor, so even if

exposed to view, they wouldn't be easily noticed.

Jolie saw Ivan and Jennifer hiding directly in the bedroom.

Claire pulled Jolie behind the curtains because she heard footsteps.

Ivan heard it too, as did Rowan. Everyone was on high alert tonight.

Glancing at his watch, there was still one minute before the blackout. Why was Eden coming up so

early?

Ivan couldn't help but frown.

In the pouring rain, those footsteps faintly came from the doorway. Everyone held their breath, although

they were hidden, they were still exposed to the light.

Jolie stood right next to Claire, and she couldn't help but become nervous too, heart thumping.

How would the plan continue?

Why did the King come too?

Eden had just finished dinner, and hadn't eaten much, perhaps due to his physical condition. He always

had trouble eating.

Going upstairs, his mood was gloomy, his figure tall and proud, his steps heavy.

He was waiting for the King to die, counting down every second.

As long as the King didn't die, he would feel restless, unable to eat or sleep well.