Chapter 299 Meeting Myst
Looks like it’s <i>going </i><i>to </i>snow soon…
<i>Come </i>to think <i>of </i><i>it</i>….
Christmas is almost here…
Tilda used to spend every Christmas at the Jensons‘ house.
Back then, even though the Jensons didn’t like her much, they still let her join the family Christmas party out of respect for their blood ties.
The gifts they gave Tilda were always the leftovers after K picked through everything first.
Even so, Tilda–who hadn’t given up hope on the Jensons yet–was still grateful, treating those gifts like treasures and never even daring to unwrap them.
I’m <i>getting </i><i>carried </i><i>away </i><i>again</i><i>… </i>
This <i>year</i><i>, </i>who <i>will </i><i>I </i><i>spend </i><i>Christmas </i>with? <i>Where </i>will I <i>celebrate</i><i>? </i>
Just as Tilda’s mind was swirling with thoughts, the call connected.
“Is this Tilda?”
Myst had already guessed who was on the other end.
“How did you know it was me? Just from a random number?”
“Because only people I personally approve can reach this private number.”
Feeling Myst’s trust, Tilda was a little surprised and ttered.
At the same time, she grew even more curious about Myst’s true identity.
“Myst, you left this number because you wanted to be friends, right?
“I’m doing what you wanted–calling you. Why don’t we meet
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and talk?
“Of course. Just send me your location, and I’ll have my driver pick you up.”
“… Alright.”
After hanging up, Tilda went to the next room to tell Andy about it.
“Tilda, are you sure you want to <i>go</i><i>? </i>I don’t think Myst is a bad guy, but he’s way too mysterious.
Don’t forget who you really are. You’re the Dark Web Queen. If you head off alone into unfamiliar territory and something goes wrong, it’s no joke!
Andy was calm and rational, seeing how serious the situation could be.
“That’s why I’m counting on you.”
Tilda shrugged, giving Andy a look full of trust.
“With you around, what do I have to be afraid of? Seriously, haha.”
“You… I guess I’ve spoiled you too much. Now you’re so fearless, not even as cautious as you used to be.”
<b>“</b>Tilda, take care of yourself, okay? You’ve got your whole life ahead of you.”
Andy sighed and poked Tilda’s forehead.
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Finished
“Don’t worry, Andy. I value my life more than anyone. As long as I’m alive, I get to see you all every day and live happy and
free.
“I really believe Myst isn’t a bad person. He’s like Dane … he gives me a really special feeling.
“Of course, just in case, I’ve already thought of a backup n. With you protecting me, I’m totally confident.”
“If you say so, then I’ll go along with it.”
Tilda sent her location to Myst.
An hourter, a stretch Rolls–Royce pulled up at the hotel entrance.
Tilda got in and waved to Andy.
Andy gave her an “OK” sign.
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The driver was an older man, probably around 60, wearing sses and radiating a gentlemanly vibe.
Judging by his skin and features, he was definitely from Cethend.
“Ms. Tilda, I’m Myst’s butler. Just call me Buck.”
Buck Keller spoke respectfully.
Tilda nodded.
They rode in silence.
Eventually, the car arrived at a mansion.
It was very cold in color.
Maybe it was because it was winter.
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All the leaves had fallen.
The trees were bare, weighed down byst night’s snow.
The fountain out front had frozen solid.
With Buck leading the way, Tilda entered the vi.
It looked like an old Lucien–style mansion, the décor full of history.
She took off her coat, unzipped her puffer jacket, pulled off her gloves, and stuffed her hands in her pockets as she walked inside.
It was much warmer in the house.
She passed through the foyer, ncing around.
Everything <i>about </i>Myst <i>and </i>the whole mansion feels…
<i>So </i><i>little</i><i>. </i>
<i>There’s </i><i>barely </i><i>anything </i><i>here</i><i>. </i>
Except for the essentials, the rest was empty.
Buck seemed to notice Tilda’s curiosity and exined, “The young master travels the world for work, so he’s rarely at the
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mansion. He doesn’t like buying things he doesn’t need.”
Tilda smiled slightly. “That’s actually a lot like me… and someone else I know.”
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“Please wait here for a moment, Ms. Tilda. I’ll let the young master know you’ve arrived. He’s probably resting at this hour.”
“Alright.”
After Buck left. Tilda wandered around the living room.
Her gaze suddenly stopped on a painting.
It was a picture of a blue sky with white clouds, painted in bold strokes.
A bright ming star–patterned g waved in the breeze.
Fiery red, full of energy, bursting with unstoppable, rising spirit.
Tilda could feel it…
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Just how much soul, focus, and passion Myst had poured into that painting.
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