The Lycan King's Fate Calling (Shawn Gibson and Sylvia)
Chapter 512 The Woman In The Attic

Sylvia's POV:

A wave of relief washed over me when I heard that. I was glad Nicole had agreed to protect me for the time being.

But soon, the excitement was replaced with confusion. "How do we escape from them?" I asked, walking to Nicole. We were standing at a dead end. There was no way out.

But before I knew it, Nicole did something, and an entrance appeared on the wall at the end of the corridor.

I gasped in shock. No wonder I couldn't find the staircase upstairs. It turned out there was a secret mechanism. "What are you waiting for? Don't you want to live?" Nicole looked over her shoulder and shot a nasty look at me. "I'm coming." I quickly returned to my senses and followed her into the secret door.

Before I got caught, the door closed behind me and blocked the sounds outside.

However, I couldn't stop worrying. "Will they follow us in?"

"No, they don't know how to get in here," Nicole said coldly.

I breathed a sigh of relief and followed her to a place that looked like a library. It was teeming with books.

Rows upon rows of bookshelves were lined up in the room. Exquisite glazed lamps were hanging on the ceiling, making it look like stars strewn across the sky.

"Don't think of lying or fooling us. Otherwise, the one here will kill you without thinking. Your death will be gruesome," Nicole said in a low voice.

I was surprised to know that someone else was this castle.

"Did you hear me? No playing tricks. I won't save you again," she added.

"Got it," I answered hurriedly. Just then, a mural on the wall caught my attention.

It was a colorful, abstract painting. At first glance, it looked like a landscape. But as I had a closer look at it, the painting was more like a woman crying, holding a child in her arms. "Hurry up," Nicole urged.

"Yes."

She hastened forward, walked through the library, and climbed a narrow staircase.

I realized it was the way to the attic.

The door to the attic was a white carved iron door with gauze curtains, and a swallowtail butterfly wind chime was hung on the door.

Nicole shook the wind chime three times, and I heard a resonant voice of a woman from inside.

"Come in."

Nicole pushed the door open and let me in.

My eyes widened in awe. The room was brimming with art. The entire place looked beautiful and exuded an artistic aura. As soon as I walked inside, I almost stepped on a painting.

"Be careful!" shouted a female voice.

I picked up the painting from the floor and followed the source of the voice. A woman was sitting in front of an enormous window, staring at the moon with her back to us. She was clad in a white outfit. The window looked clear, and if I wasn't wrong, it was the only window in the entire castle.

I was about to say hello to the woman, but she grew angry.

"Damn it, Nicole! Who have you brought? It reeks of a wolf."

Surprisingly, Nicole seemed more emotional than the woman. She was practically shouting out.

"Miss Ashley isn't dead. She is still alive! I've brought an informant here!"

"Really?" The woman sprang up to her feet and turned to look at me. Her eyes widened with excitement. At that moment, she had an uncanny resemblance to Ashley.

She stumbled toward me and grabbed my shoulder. "Is that you? Do you know where Ashley is? Is she fine? Tell me where she is!"

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