Chapter 876
Chapter 875:
A sudden blur of white zipped across his line of vision. The cat, its snowy fur nearly glowing, squeezed through the gate’s iron bars and slipped into the yard. Taylor froze. Wasn’t that the same cat Jeff had been doting on all afternoon? So why was it wandering around here?
He was still trying to make sense of it when a second car rolled to a stop nearby. Lance had arrived.
With all three cousins now standing face-to-face, a sharp gleam flickered in Taylor’s eyes. “Lance, Jeff! Don’t tell me you also caught Jason in the middle of his pathetic stunt—and came here ready to call him out p>
Jason’s pathetic stunt? Both Lance and Jeff exchanged looks of irritation, their faces hardening at once. To them, Jason’s reputation was unshakable, and the idea of him stooping to anything pathetic was unthinkable. They weren’t about to let anyone smear his name.
Jeff, being Jason’s blood brother, bristled even more, unwilling to let Taylor throw dirt at Jason in his presence. His tone sharpened as he snapped, “Taylor, what kind of garbage are you trying to spread now p>
As Taylor’s older brother, Lance often adopted a mature demeanor in front of him, despite appearing less so to others. Now, with a cold expression, he reprimanded, “Taylor, are you stirring up drama p>
Already worn down by so much rebuke today, Taylor felt even more aggrieved when Lance and Jeff refused to believe him. “Of course, you don’t believe me. When Jason cornered me and ran his mouth, neither of you was there. Fine—I’ll spell it out for you p>
Taylor then recounted the events involving Lilah to Lance and Jeff. As he spoke, he laid it on thick, describing Lilah like some dazzling fairy, hoping the embellishment would spark their curiosity. His efforts fell flat, though, because both Lance and Jeff were too preoccupied with one thing—Elliana’s missing cat.
The moment Taylor finished, Lance leaned forward with urgency and asked, “Taylor, did you notice a cat running through here p>
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Taylor blinked in disbelief, baffled that his brother would suddenly bring up a cat after he had just painted Lilah as some heavenly beauty. Before Taylor could even answer, Jeff gestured with his hands to show the size and chimed in, “White fur, about this long, clever little thing. Did you spot it anywhere, Taylor p>
Taylor’s eyes shifted from Lance to Jeff, and at last it hit him—they weren’t even listening to what he had said. Any further words would be a complete waste of breath. With a quick gesture toward the ornate wrought iron gate, he remarked, “The cat slipped right through there and disappeared into the yard p>
Both Lance and Jeff swung their heads at once, following the line of Taylor’s pointing finger. What met their eyes was an elegant estate, its manicured lawns…
Stretching wide, with rows of trees lining the property, the stone wall beside the grand iron gate carried the carved name: Rosewood Villa.
The name Rosewood Villa wasn’t unfamiliar to them, though neither had ever stepped inside. Even though they were used to lavish homes, the sheer grandeur of this mansion left them quietly impressed. Every corner radiated luxury, a level of refinement far out of reach for common households. Whoever owned Rosewood Villa clearly belonged to the realm of the elite. Since this was no ordinary residence, entering uninvited was out of the question. If they hoped to recover the cat, proper manners and protocol were necessary to avoid offending the owner.
“So, how do we handle this, Lance?” Jeff asked, waiting for direction.
Straightening his jacket and running a hand through his hair, Lance strode to the gate and pressed the bell mounted beside it. Jeff trailed after Lance, keeping close at his side.