Chapter 194: 194: A room alone
"Let’s not waste his time," Marquis Dean grinned while glaring at the others. "Quickly, take the Grand Marquis to the special room prepared for him. And take the ladies in with him as well."
He smiled as the servants came forward. They approached Adrian’s table and cleared it up. Eden was still leaning close to Adrian, who held him by the waist while staring into his eyes.
He was in an awkward position, especially with all the eyes on him. "My Lord, you can let go now..."
Adrian said nothing for a while but soon left Eden’s waist.
His table was cleared, and Mr. Hugo approached him and helped him up to his feet. He staggered while struggling to stand still.
Eden simply stared at him from where he knelt. He couldn’t help but take pity on him. He looked pathetic.
Eden couldn’t help but pity the defenseless Adrian—the vulnerable patient who thought he had a trusted butler at his side to protect him, one who thought he had everything under control.
But little did he know that he was betrayed by the one he trusted the most, and he was like someone being dragged out to be sacrificed for the selfish greed of men.
Even though Adrian had been ruthless to him, Eden couldn’t help but see the vulnerable side of him who only wanted to protect himself from the wild eyes and claws of greedy politicians who were never happy that he sat in such a position.
He understood the poor thing, and so he was determined to be his only help tonight.
Eden slowly got up to his feet, adjusting his attire while he stared at Mr. Hugo helping the drugged Adrian out of the room.
The servant had led the way for the dancers, leading them to where Mr. Hugo was taking Adrian—to the bedroom.
And Eden casually followed them behind, leaving the hall room and heading for the bedroom that was prepared for them.
Soon, they were gone, and Marquis Dean sat there with a smile. He casually drank from his cup while staring at the other Marquises who were having fun.
The Marquis sitting beside him let out a deep breath. "I guess our plan worked out smoother than we thought. What a relief, because in no time we won’t be seeing that annoying bastard anymore." He smirked.
"I’ve put too much effort into this, so of course it should pay off." He took another sip of his drink. And just then, some guards approached him.
He looked up at the guards as he said, "Go and guard the place and make sure no one goes in or goes out. They’ll be there till daybreak."
"Yes." The four guards nodded and then left, heading to the bedroom to guard it.
With them gone, the Marquis sitting beside Marquis Dean asked, "You could have just had him killed off immediately since he is already drugged. Why go through the procedure of having the ladies kill him?"
Marquis Dean smiled. "It’d be more iconic to have him die in the hands of what he adores the most and what he adores doing the most—ladies and being in their comfort. So the great Grand Marquis should pretty much die in the hands of the ladies. Isn’t that pathetic?" He scoffed.
The Marquis smiled. "It truly is an interesting tale to tell in the future." He smiled.
"But still, if they don’t manage to kill him—which I doubt will even happen in his state—we’ll be around here till daybreak. And when we go in there and still find him alive in any possible way, we’ll have him killed ourselves," he added.
The other Marquis nodded in agreement while sipping down the wine from the cup. "That’s good then. Which is to say, this is really the end of the great Grand Marquis of Avalon. After years of scheming, he’ll finally be taken down for good."
Marquis Dean smiled. "It should have happened sooner. That brat."
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Mr. Hugo took Adrian to the room arranged for him. And as he dragged him into the room, he kept him on the bed while taking off his shoes.
Adrian wasn’t sober at all. He was drugged and so drunk. He lay there, his face flushed while he muttered rubbish, inaudible words.
Mr. Hugo was done as he turned to the entrance door where the servants were with the dancers and then nodded at them, thus signaling them to come in and do their own part of the work.
The dancers walked in, Eden standing at the back. And so he instructed them.
"Make sure you get the job done. And don’t even think of making mistakes at all, unless you won’t be alive by tomorrow," he said, threatening them.
"Sure. We’ll keep to that," the dancers chorused as Mr. Hugo turned and left the room. As soon as he was gone, the servants also turned and left with him.
And so they left the dancers to do their business.
With everyone gone, the dancers sighed as they stared at each other.
"I think we should get this done immediately. I don’t even have time to extend this any further," one of them said, pissed.
"We can’t just jump on and kill him like that. We have to make it more natural. Take our time coaxing him and then killing him in the slowest and most quiet way possible," another explained.
They sighed. "You’re right."
"And who the hell was that person making mistakes and ruining our image? Didn’t she come for practice or what? What the hell was she doing?!" one brought up.
"Exactly! I mean, what the hell was she even doing? She almost pushed me down on my face and embarrassed my whole years of training!"
"I know, right?! Who the hell was that?" one questioned as Eden blinked.
Eden held himself while looking down. He was amidst them and wanted to make sure that they didn’t see him at all.