Chapter 230

That night. Snow, silvery and silent, drifted down from the pitch-black sky, mixed with occasional raindrops tapping against tree branches with a crisp rustle. The wind picked up fast, swirling wildly through the night, making the air feel icily sharp. Carrington estate, second floor, study. The room was lit brightly, every corner clearly visible. Sitting behind a grand and vintage-style desk, Jareth Carrington's expression darkened more and more as he flipped through the file in his hands, clearly not liking what he was reading. A minute later—bang! His hand slammed onto the desk. The sudden noise jolted the coffee cup, causing it to tremble and clink. “What the hell is this!” His stormy gaze moved from the report up to Leon Taylor, who was standing stiffly to the side. Jareth’s face was a shade darker than the stormy night outside. Leon didn’t say a word. With his eyes fixed firmly on Jareth’s clenched jaw and taut features, he knew better than to speak in the middle of a brewing sto