Elijah Simons sat forward, his attention sharp and unwavering the moment Mr. Frederick revealed the core of the plan. His skeptical expression slowly shifted to one of cautious intrigue.
"How can something like that be possible?" Elijah asked, his brows furrowed. "My record with the park isn't clean. Everyone remembers what I did—especially Maria."
Mr. Frederick leaned back slightly, his voice calm but deliberate. "I've already sent word to Avalon Park. On the day the staff of office is to be delivered to the park house, they'll strike. The attack will be unexpected, and they'll target Beta Gilbert and his wife. No one will see it coming—not from Avalon, and certainly not from you."
Elijah's face began to shift, the corner of his mouth twitching with interest, though his eyes still held some doubt.
