PART 7

Elgar arrived at a modest house with a relatively spacious yard, designed like an ordinary residence. Elgar and his followers used this house as a meeting headquarters in between their daily activities.

As soon as he stepped inside the house, his heart nearly leaped out of his chest when he saw a woman standing with her back to him. The girl seemed to be examining the paintings in the house, and Elgar suddenly embraced her from behind.

"Where have you been, Carista? Do you know I've gone completely insane thinking about you?" Elgar rasped, his lips beginning to kiss the girl's neck.

"Carista—"

"S-Sorry, Sir," the girl protested softly, her voice significantly different from Carista's gentle tone, which made Elgar release his embrace.

The girl turned around, her head tilting to look at him. Elgar was surprised, and without realizing it, his hand rose and slapped the girl's cheek.

SLAP!

It was a hard, rough slap that left a bruise on the girl's cheek.

"WHO ARE YOU TO DRESS EXACTLY LIKE MY FUTURE WIFE?" Elgar snapped in anger.

The girl shed tears, feeling the pain on her face and the harsh treatment she received.

"YOU LOWLY GIRL! HOW DARE YOU IMITATE CARISTA? ARE YOU TRYING TO SEEK MY ATTENTION?"

"Sir, calm down. She's the girl I mentioned, the one who knows where Carista is," a man named Theo said.

The initial surge of emotion gradually faded. Elgar took a deep breath and roughly lifted the girl's chin.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Miley... Miley Patricia," the girl replied.

"Stop crying, or I'll make sure you can't walk!" Elgar threatened.

Miley quickly wiped away her tears, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She was truly afraid to meet Elgar's gaze.

"Listen, you can't just wander around this headquarters. This place is not an art museum where you can enjoy every object," Elgar said firmly.

"I'm sorry, Sir. I was just fascinated by this place," Miley replied.

The girl looked exactly like Carista, from her haircut to her sweet face with a dimple on her left cheek and a mole on her chin. Her appearance was graceful and innocent, her height was the same, but her voice was different.

"Sit down and tell me where Carista is," Elgar ordered.

Miley nodded, then sat on a large sofa facing Elgar. Her fingers intertwined with each other, her legs moving slowly and restlessly. She didn't dare to look at Elgar, even though he had been staring at her all along since their encounter.

"How do you know Carista, and where is she now?"

"I was her friend at the campus, and Carista withdrew from the university a week ago," Miley calmly answered.

Elgar was surprised to hear this.

"She said she was going to a place on the outskirts of Aberfey village."

"Do you know Taylor Fox?" Elgar asked.

"Taylor? She's Carista's friend," Miley replied.

"Did they leave together?"

"I'm not sure, Sir, but since I've known her... wherever Carista is, Taylor is always with her."

Elgar felt a wave of relief after hearing the girl's confession. Elgar snapped his fingers twice, and then Theo and two other guards approached him.

"Tonight, we're leaving for the Aberfey coast, but please take this girl to her room first," Elgar whispered.

Theo nodded and immediately contacted Hana to prepare everything Elgar needed. Meanwhile, the two other guards pulled Miley into the room, causing the girl to scream and struggle.

Elgar followed from behind, and once Miley was thrown into the room, he immediately asked the guards to leave them alone.

"Sir, w-what are you going to do?!" Miley asked hysterically, hugging her own body.

Elgar, who had just been with Riz, seemed to want to enjoy Miley as well. The demons within Elgar made him see this girl as Carista.

"Satisfy me, consider it my marker that your words are not a lie," Elgar said.

Miley's tears flowed, and the girl shook her head in refusal. Elgar certainly wouldn't comply or show mercy. Instead, he took a bottle of aphrodisiac liquid and forced Miley to accept it.

Uhuk...

Miley choked, her throat now feeling hot. Elgar laughed loudly while locking the room's door.

"This is all your fault, Miley. You've made my body eager to taste you. You're the one who made your appearance identical to Carista."

Helpless, Miley began to squirm, and the heat that had been held in her throat was now spreading throughout her body.

The air conditioner in the room seemed not to work, forcing Miley to remove all her clothes. "S-Sir, I can't take it anymore..."

Elgar didn't react at all; instead, he grinned mischievously and let Miley do as she pleased. The man's desire grew stronger, and Miley's body was left entirely exposed.

Elgar's eyes darkened, and he approached the woman, starting to touch her.

"Ahh... Sir," she cooed, even though it wasn't exactly like Carista. "Touch me... please," Miley begged with a lustful expression.

Elgar pulled the girl's legs apart, his tongue dancing around her thighs, then up to her stomach, ending at her two beautifully rounded and Carista-like breasts.

Elgar kept envisioning the woman, devouring Miley's voluptuous body until she moaned uncontrollably. His index finger also penetrated her core, causing Miley to writhe for more.

"You're not even a virgin anymore, so behave like a slut because I won't release you until I find Carista."

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Miley slumped against the bed frame. Elgar had left about an hour ago, while the woman was still busy satisfying herself with a toy.

"Damn it! What kind of dose did he give me that I didn't feel satisfied at all!" Miley cursed angrily while using her hands.

After finishing, she didn't immediately clean herself up. Instead, she grabbed a cigarette she had brought from home and lit it while casually playing with her phone.

"Hello, Wolf," Miley greeted someone she had contacted.

"What do you want to report?" a man's voice on the other end asked.

"Elgar is on his way to Aberfey."

The man laughed heartily. "You managed to lure him?"

"Of course, your advice was truly amazing. I just had to dress like that damn slut, and Elgar seemed interested in me. I was really floating with him tonight," Miley confessed.

"Oh, my love, you are truly the best!" the man exclaimed. "So, are you still comfortable there? I'm already at home. Don't you want to play with me and Nania?"

Miley's eyes widened, and she quickly got off the bed and put on all her clothes. She didn't care about Elgar's prohibition not to go anywhere. Miley was determined to leave tonight and return before morning.

"Are you really at home with Nania?" Miley asked to confirm.

"Of course, darling. Come and join us for a hot night of fun."

Miley felt lucky because she could easily leave this room. The window in the room wasn't even double-locked; it seemed that Elgar and his men were careless due to their excitement about going to Aberfey.

"Wait for me, Wolf!"

"Be careful, darling. You don't need to rush."

Kissing and passionate moans were heard, making Miley envious. She quickly walked away from the large courtyard of the headquarters and fled through the gate at the back of the compound.

No one knew that Miley was quite talented at hiding herself. Even before she came here, she had done extensive research on Elgar, the company, and the headquarters.

"Elgar Gabriel... you won't find Carista that easily. You have to pass through many traps I've specially set up for you."

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