Chapter 25: Surveillance to the Brook’s

Upon hearing Jane's words, Harriet sighed and put down the soup bowl on the table, "The old master is too ignorant and immature even at his age; He still indulges in hanging out a lot in brothels without caring about business, so that the young master has become so angry. The Wordsworth's tragedy was not unrelated to him."

"That's true. The old master married the bosom friend of the young master's mother as his new wife as soon as the madam passed away, and he drove the teenage miss and the newborn young master to live in Hyacinth Garden without mercy."

Jane sat down and picked up the bowl to feed Heloise as she said.

Had Reginald's mother passed away?

So, his mother and his sister were all no longer alive, weren't they?

Heloise mechanically chewed the rice Jane fed her, thinking of Reginald's childish gestures towards her while they were lying in bed.

Every family had its own pain.

However, Reginald's family had nothing to do with her. She was now trying to find a way to leave Hyacinth Garden as soon as possible and get a foothold in the PHOENIXFELL Empire.

She always felt as if Reginald had seen through everything about her.

She couldn't stay here any longer.

She must leave.

...

It was late at night.

Darkness and silence ruled everywhere around.

Harriet and Jane had already fallen asleep.

Heloise quietly got out of bed, tiptoed downstairs into the kitchen and made herself a cup of hawthorn water.

It had been a night of barbecuing and being fed by Jane, and she had eaten so much that she had indigestion and had lost her appetite. In addition, with the cold sweat from being scared by Reginald, she couldn't sleep at all.

She took a sip; the hawthorn water was tart and sweet and instantly made her mouth and stomach feel much better.

She walked into the study with the cup in her hand. Heloise had gotten the room all figured out over the days she had spent in Hyacinth Garden, even in the dark she was able to walk and feel her way into the study without any problems.

The light in the study was turned on by Heloise, and the room was still decorated in a vintage style.

The books on the bookshelves against the wall were stacked to the ceiling, many of which specialized in psychiatric disorders.

Heloise turned off the light after a quick glance, walked to the desk and sat down in the darkness, and put the glass of water aside and turned on the computer.

The computer was quickly turned on, there was no password set, Heloise easily entered, her slender fingers fluttered on the keyboard, extremely swift.

Then, a surveillance screen appeared on the computer.

It was the surveillance system installed in the Brook's courtyard.

In the daytime, she went to Brook's house and found a box placed in Coral's room, filled with some electronic equipment that Coral had discarded.

She then slightly modified it at the last moment because of the limited time. She can only change it into a surveillance camera equipment. But it was so bulky that it was very easy to find if it was put in the house, then she installed it in the bushes in the courtyard.

As she knew the Brook's well, the Brook's would definitely be very lively in the courtyard tonight.

Certainly, as she expected, on the screen, it was lit up in Brook's courtyard, where Coral was sitting on the swing and rocking back and forth, wearing a beautiful bare-shoulder dress, her pretty curly hair ruffled to one shoulder, her pretty almond-shaped eyes looking ahead, and the corners of her mouth hooked up in a smug arc.

In the direction of her sight, Brady Brook and his wife Grace Brook stood there.

In the center of the courtyard, a middle-aged guy in a white robe was holding a plate of destiny in his hand and talking in whispers, then he picked up a brush and drew some strange patterns on the ground.

Not long after, the servants carried out several antique pots, some with fire, some with ice, and the others with some bunches of cold blades.

The servants placed those antique pots respectively in the positions corresponding to the patterns on the ground.

"..."

Heloise snorted.

The Brook's believed in superstitious metaphysics and must have thought Heloise's spirit had returned to the Brook's.

Heloise thought, Brady Brook, Coral, you're asking for the doom.

Heloise zoomed out the window of the surveillance screen, and had access to the webpage, and then switched to the VoIP interface after a burst of keystroke.