After Eleanor Sterling came out, she realized her bag had been left in the toy store.
She said to Elijah Hayes, "Assistant Hayes, could I trouble you to go get my bag? I left it in the toy store earlier."
Elijah Hayes immediately nodded, "Sure, Miss Sterling, I’ll go get it for you right away."
After Elijah Hayes left, Eleanor Sterling leaned against the corridor railing.
This was the international conference center of Lyria.
There were some staff members bustling around, preparing for the conference. The main venue for the medical conference in a couple of days was here.
Eleanor Sterling was watching the construction workers busy in the distance when suddenly her pupils contracted.
She seemed to have seen Yvette Ray!
Eleanor Sterling immediately started running over, but when she reached the spot where she had seen Yvette Ray, there was no sign of her.
Could she have been mistaken?
Why would Yvette Ray be here? When she got off the plane today, she had called Yvette Ray, and she definitely wouldn’t be here now.
Eleanor Sterling relaxed her whole body.
Perhaps she had momentarily mistaken someone else for being Yvette Ray after seeing a Celestian woman.
Just as Eleanor Sterling relaxed, a large hand suddenly came up behind her and covered her mouth, then dragged her into a nearby empty room.
Eleanor Sterling was shocked and immediately began to struggle violently, but the person was tall and their strength differed greatly; she wasn’t a match at all.
She reached out her hand, attempting to press acupuncture points on his body, but he seemed to be aware of her intentions.
"Little wildcat, your claws are quite sharp."
Eleanor Sterling heard the person’s voice; it was a man, but the voice was unfamiliar, confirming she did not know him.
She forced herself to calm down, "Who are you? What do you want? Is it money you’re after?"
The man pushed her into a chair and sat her down, then took out a rope and bound her securely.
Eleanor Sterling struggled a bit, only to find the rope tightening more.
The man dusted off imaginary dust from his hands, laughed coldly, and said, "Don’t waste your energy. This is a special knot; the more you struggle, the tighter it gets."
Upon hearing this, Eleanor Sterling stopped moving erratically, calmly observing the man. This update is available on novelFɪre.net
"What is your purpose?"
The man in front of her was wearing black military boots and all-black work clothes, looking extremely mysterious. His hair was close-cropped, nearly buzz-cut.
At first glance, Eleanor Sterling judged he might have come from some military unit.
But his face was covered with a half-mask, exposing only his chin and mouth.
He bore a rogue and sinister smile, looking extremely dangerous.
His eyes seemed familiar, as if she’d seen them somewhere before, making Eleanor Sterling a bit surprised.
"Alaric Faulkner’s woman?" he asked.
Eleanor Sterling did not answer, yet guessed he came because of Alaric Faulkner.
Thus, his identity became easy to deduce.
"Fenrir." Eleanor Sterling softly uttered the two words, revealing his mysterious identity.
Fenrir seemed a bit surprised that Eleanor Sterling recognized him so quickly.
He paused, then laughed.
"You’re quite smart; no wonder Alaric Faulkner treats you differently. I picked the right person indeed."
Eleanor Sterling furrowed her brows, calculating the best way to escape.
Fenrir took out a sharp military knife and played with it in his hands.
He laughed coldly as he said, "Alaric Faulkner has a son, but pity that son can’t save his life."
Eleanor Sterling was shocked, her heart tightening abruptly.
"What do you mean by that?"