Chapter 135 No Need

At the Eclipse Moon Pack, a man sat on the roof with a glass of wine in hand, a smug smile playing on his lips as he stared at the dark, empty packhouse. The once lively place now resembled a haunted, lifeless shell since Sibyl left two days ago. He had predicted her reaction perfectly—after seeing Keshton with another woman, she would inevitably leave him. Thanks to his precise calculations, he had orchestrated Cavan’s timely appearance at the border to arrest Keshton. If his plan had failed, Keshton would have stopped Sibyl, clearing the misunderstanding—a scenario he couldn’t afford. They had to be separated, and Keshton needed to endure that heart-wrenching pain. Since Sibyl’s departure, Keshton hadn’t returned to the pack. He had been frantically searching for her, like a madman, for the last two days. Yet she had seemingly vanished, leaving no trace behind. The man’s smile deepened as he took another sip of his wine, satisfied by the sight of the deserted packhouse.