Her Graceful War Song novel Chapter 948

Leroy snapped back to reality and bolted down the stairs in a frenzy.

Several guards in uniform stood by the counter in the lobby on the first floor, speaking with the messenger who had come to report.

Leroy's heart skipped a beat. When he had arrived, there had only been the shopkeeper and a waiter—no guards. When had they arrived?

The messenger was none other than Michael, accompanied by three others. Upon seeing Leroy, his face twisted with fury.

"Mr. Stellwyn, what is the meaning of this?! Did you try to assassinate Commander Sinclair?" he snarled.

Leroy glanced around; not seeing Carissa, a surge of anger flared across his face. "Impossible! Don't slander us with baseless accusations!"

Icarus couldn't have failed! The plan had been carefully set—his group of over ten against only three people. There was no way it could have failed. And with Icarus' skill, even if they were prepared for him, they could only have prevented the mission from succeeding. They couldn't possibly have captured him.

It had to be a setup. Carissa had been taken, and now, they were trying to frame Westhaven. This was clearly a trap to get Leroy to slip up!

Fury built in him as he turned sharply to Rafael. His voice was cold and seething, snapping, "Hell Monarch, what's the meaning of this? Are you staging an act to frame us? Trying to gain leverage at tomorrow's negotiations? Don't be so despicable!"

However, Rafael ignored him and turned to Michael. "You said Carissa was injured. Is it serious?"

"It's not too bad, just a wound to her arm. She's already at Arcane Sanctum for treatment. Afterward, she'll go to the Supreme Court," Michael replied.

Rafael's eyes softened with a brief flash of concern. How did she end up injured?

However, he quickly regained his composure and asked, "Are you certain the assassin is Icarus Mendez from Westhaven?"

"Yes, it's him, along with a dozen or so other men in black. Commander Sinclair killed several, and the rest were brought to the Supreme Court. They tried to commit suicide with poison, but Commander Sinclair managed to extract the poison from their mouths."

"Impossible! If you keep making baseless claims, there won't be a need for negotiations tomorrow!" Leroy snapped.

A chill settled over Rafael's expression, his tone icy as he said, "Why are you so anxious, Mr. Stellwyn? Why not go to the Supreme Court and see for yourself?"