In the Lap of Luxury

Chapter 363 Labyrinth Formation

Grace smirked, looking down at the groaning people on the ground. Her tone was devoid of any warmth as she said, "I can walk on my own. I don't need your help."

The group of people was dumbfounded.

Darien had instructed them to tie Grace up. But after what had just happened, how could they find the courage to act against her?

Having witnessed Xander's capabilities, they exchanged glances before clambering to their feet. They had no choice but to give up.

"Ms. Lewis, please follow us." Their tone no longer carried the arrogance from before.

With that said, they took the lead and guided Grace forward.

Suddenly, a large hand extended toward her, and Grace felt warmth spread to her palm. She turned her head to look at Xander.

At this moment, her heart was unexpectedly calm.

Xander held her hand, and the two walked side by side.

The weather on the small island was gloomy. Dark clouds covered the sunlight, giving off a sense of oppression.

They walked a distance on the small island. Grace noticed that they seemed to be taking a detour.

Throughout the way, Xander observed carefully and realized something. He whispered, "They've set up a formation. It's a labyrinth formation."

Grace was surprised.

There were still people who knew about the labyrinth formation in this day and age?

"This formation isn't difficult, but for those who don't know about it, they could be trapped for two or three days without finding a way out."

Grace's eyes darkened. She hadn't expected Darien to be knowledgeable about this. It seemed that he was more formidable than she had imagined.

"Hurry up. Stop dawdling," the leader of the lackeys said angrily.

Grace and Xander exchanged a glance and followed closely.

They bypassed the formation.

Finally, they arrived in front of a run-down house. The leader touched a mechanism on the doorpost, and an iron gate slowly lifted, revealing a narrow and dim passage.

"Stay close. Don't fall behind."

The group followed inside. Lights were on, and they walked more than 100 feet.

Then, they heard a familiar voice. "Ms. Lewis, we meet again."

Grace looked toward the source of the voice.

An unfamiliar face came into view. It was more flamboyant than Darien's, as far as she could remember, and had more delicate features.

The man was sitting high on a majestic chair, staring at her with an evil grin. The disdain in his eyes was undisguised.

However, judging by the voice, Grace had already deduced that this unfamiliar face belonged to Darien. No wonder her family hadn't been able to trace him. He had changed his face and identity. RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

"I didn't expect you to change your face. It seems you have quite a few tricks up your sleeve, Darien. I've truly learned something today."

Darien touched his face, not wanting to explain anything. He just said, "I hope you've been well, Ms. Lewis."

Grace raised an eyebrow. She replied calmly, "You've gone through so much trouble to bring me here. I'm sure it's not for a nostalgic reunion."

Darien stood up and walked down the steps gracefully and slowly. If someone didn't know the situation, they might have thought that he was just a charming young man.

He didn't speak until he reached Grace. His voice carried a hint of mockery. "Ms. Lewis, I came to Pamore all the way for you. Aren't you moved?"

Grace lifted her gaze, meeting his eyes bravely.