Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 218 Pets
The eerie atmosphere and gunshots in the city were masked by the rain and thunder, and had no effect on the luxurious manors outside the city that had been well preserved from the last century.

The mistress of Sherman Estate, the revered Castor Lady, was enjoying her afternoon tea in the second-floor dining room.

The air was filled with the aroma of exquisite pastries and tea shipped from the East, blending with the melodious sound of a violin.

Compared to the torrential rains in the desolate suburbs, this place is like another world.

Grace lazily held a cigarette, glancing through the documents she needed to review that day, one by one.

However, her mind was not on that.

Since the dramatic changes in the family's internal structure, everyone believed that the Sherman family was now completely under the control of Lady Castor. However, in this vast manor, only Grace herself and her loyal assistant Jonathan knew the truth.

Although Grace now possesses half of Anna's marriage certificate, Milo's method of cutting it was just right; this half alone is insufficient to prove the legal marital relationship between Edward Sherman and Anna.

In other words, Grace is not yet the absolute controller of the Sherman family, at least not now.

Only by accepting the hereditary title can she truly be considered to be in charge of this generation of the Sherman family.

……

Grace has been thinking about this for some time now.

To be more precise, it should be that they were thinking about Milo.

She mobilized all her connections and resources to observe and understand Milo.

She needed to know what kind of person this young man who held the reins of her family was. She didn't mind winning him over, because based on the information she had so far, he was a promising figure.

But not enough.

No matter how hard Grace searched, she couldn't find any other real information besides the archives of Nanwei City from the past five years.

For the first ten or twenty years of his life, Milo left no trace whatsoever.

In Grace's view, either he was truly an unknown and mediocre person in the first half of his life, or all his information had been deliberately erased.

……

Grace is that kind of person.

The more mysterious a person is, the more interested she will be, because such a match is more challenging.

Milo is now her opponent, her restraint, and also her friend, putting her in a very delicate situation.

As long as the matter of the title doesn't become urgent, this delicate relationship between Grace and Milo can continue indefinitely.

But when that time comes, she will have to make her own choice.

Before that, she had to thoroughly grasp all of Milo's information; she had to understand Milo completely.

That was Grace's plan.

……

"Bang!!"

A sharp sound of shattering glass suddenly came from the ground floor of the atrium, interrupting Ms. Grace's thoughts.

Then came the maid's scream, followed by a series of footsteps.

It sounds like things downstairs are in complete chaos.

"what happened!"

Jonathan, who had been standing behind Grace with his hands behind his back, strode to the terrace and loudly questioned the people below.

His response was the maid's tearful cry:
"A hand! That hand! Oh my God, it's moving!!"

The central atrium, on the first floor, was where Grace stored her collection.

The sculptures with different expressions, the paintings with different styles, and some ancient objects that can be called cultural relics are all placed in the lobby on the first floor.

But from Jonathan's perspective, a glass jar filled with formalin had shattered directly below the atrium, and the liquid had spilled all over the floor.

The poor maids around them were terrified, huddled in a corner, trembling with fear.

They seemed to have seen something incredibly terrifying, and refused to open their eyes again.

"what happened!"

Jonathan had already placed his hands on his waist, his alertness heightened to the extreme. At this moment, he would react immediately to any slight movement inside the room.

Soon, the manor's guards rushed in and asked the maids what had happened.

"A hand! The hand in the jar, it's come out!!"

So all the guards on the ground floor began searching for the "moving hand" that the maids had mentioned.

Jonathan, on the second floor, slowly retreated to Grace's side, one hand gripping his cane.

In contrast to Jonathan's alertness, Grace remained calm and composed.

Her gaze never left the documents in her hands, and her fingers holding the cigarette did not tremble at all; not even a drop of ash fell.

……

Jonathan surveyed every corner of the second-floor restaurant, his expression wary:
"Madam, I think we should leave for a while..."

Suddenly, a pale shadow appeared on the white tablecloth without warning!

"careful!"

Jonathan's pupils contracted sharply.

But just as he pulled out his pistol...

Click!

A dinner knife pierced the suddenly appearing shadow, pinning it firmly to the dining table.

……

The slender, pale hand holding that knife belonged to Grace.

She slowly released the knife, reached behind her to Jonathan, took the towel he offered, and gently wiped her fingers.

Nailed to the table was the severed hand she had ordered to be auctioned off on the black market.

That severed hand belonged only to the Shroud Monster.

The knife pierced through the palm of the severed hand, fixing it firmly to the table. The end of the severed hand was still gripping the execution lock, a strange weapon from the law enforcement officer.

Its five fingers, swollen from being soaked in formaldehyde, writhed wildly like crab claws, grabbing at the white cloth on the table. The broken nails scraped against the table, making a chilling sound.

……

Despite the bizarre scene before her, Grace appeared much calmer than Jonathan.

She watched the writhing severed hand silently, a playful smile on her face.

"Let me see, where do you think you're going?"

Grace picked up the candlestick from the table and brought it closer to the severed hand, intending to examine the strange little thing more closely.

But just as the candlestick approached the severed hand, it struggled even more frantically, as if it had encountered some danger.

The little finger, which was closest to the candle flame, melted completely, turning into a pool of rotten, viscous green liquid that spread across the white cloth.

"Oh?"

A hint of surprise flashed across Grace's face.

murmured:
So you're afraid of the light, little one?

She slowly moved the candlestick away, and only then did the struggling of the severed hand slow down.

Grace turned and glanced at Jonathan, smiling as she said:

"Looks like I brought back something interesting, doesn't it?"

(End of this chapter)