Chapter 1957
Persephone felt a moment of panic.
Her initial thought was whether the note might be a prank, but she quickly
dismissed that idea. Even if it were a prank, there was no need for it to target her
specifically.
Besides, the name written on the note was clear—Morpheus.
Morpheus was fine!
This person must know her, but for some reason, they couldn't tell her this face-
to-face. It wasn't Wynn because his personality was straightforward. He wouldn't
use such roundabout means.
However, who else did she know in Flinge besides Wynn and Morpheus?
Persephone's heart raced. When Seamus placed his hand on her shoulder, she
nearly jumped.
"Miss, what's wrong?"
Persephone stared at him for a few seconds before shaking her head frantically.
"You don't look too well." Seamus frowned. "Are you feeling ill?"
Persephone quickly slipped the note into her pocket and continued along his line
of conversation. "I... I do feel a bit unwell."
"What's the matter?"
"Perhaps it's this flower." She glanced at the flower in her hand and casually
tossed it into the trash. "You know I've had a slight allergy to pollen since I was a
child."
Seamus' frown gradually relaxed. What she said was true.
Perhaps, due to being overly protected since birth, Persephone had various
allergies. Later on, Zuko and Pamela decided to let her be, not excessively
cautious, and she grew up healthy. It was just that some residual allergies from
her childhood persisted.
"It's alright." Persephone smiled. "I'll just go to the restroom, wash my face, and
I'l be fine in a while."
"I'll accompany you..."
"No need. I'll be back soon!"
Persephone hurriedly headed to the restroom.
Seamus felt that something was off but couldn't pinpoint it. He turned to glare at
the other two bodyguards, asking what had happened.
The bodyguards could only recount the incident with the flower-selling girl.
He walked over and retrieved the flower from the trash can—its wrapping paper
was rough, clearly cheap. Nothing was inside the wrapping, but the flower was
the rose that Persephone was allergic to.
Perhaps her pale complexion earlier was really related to this flower?
Seamus slowly lowered his hand and tossed the flower back. -
As Persephone leaned against the restroom wall, she took out the note, looking
at it repeatedly. She lightly traced Morpheus’ name, feeling an indescribable
emotion.
After some contemplation, she tore the note into pieces and flushed it down the
toilet despite her reluctance.
She washed her face and stared at her reflection in the mirror, suddenly feeling a
bit lost. The distant sound of the ship's horn echoed. Her return to Centrolis was
imminent. However, because of the note, waves of uneasiness subtly haunted
her.
She slowly moved to the public area outside the restroom.
At that moment, two burly men emerged from the men's restroom, rough-looking
with tattoos on their arms. They walked with their pants pulled up, their peals of
laughter echoing down the corridor.
Persephone never felt comfortable around such people, so she hid behind a
pillar, intending to avoid them and wait for them to pass before proceeding.
However, she overheard the conversation between the two men.
"They say tonight is an heiress?"
"Yeah, raised in luxury from childhood, soft and tender!"
"Hahaha... We should make it an unforgettable night for her!"
"Get lost! She's a virgin. Let me go first!"
"l can't wait..."