Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose)
Chapter 538

It stuck out like a sore thumb.

Jay walked toward it, reached out, and knocked on the gypsum wood. The knocking sound echoed from its hollow interior. Jay forcefully pushed against it and the gypsum wood slid to the side.

There was another layer of the wall, but it was sealed up with phoebe zhennan wood, so it looked very sturdy.

Between the inner and outer layers of the wall was a path. It was pitch-black inside.

Jay turned on the torch on his phone and went inside to walk along the path. He saw that the path was made up of steps like a stairway, each step no wider than thirty centimeters. A normal person would not be able to go through it.

Jay's face paled a little. The strands of hair in his hand burned like they would consume him in its flames.

Tempest found the chestnut-colored hair in that path. Could it be that she lived there?

Could she be considered a normal person, then?

"Mr. President." Tempest's voice rang out of nowhere.

Jay slowly turned around.

Tempest watched as the president shook and

trembled, his lips pale. He was worried about him.

"Tempest..." Jay suddenly grabbed Tempest's arms anxiously. "When you find her, save her!"

Tempest was confused, but when he saw the strands of hair in between the president's fingers, he understood.

"Mr. President, I'll help you save her," Tempest said solemnly.

He sat Jay down on a chair and poured him a glass of hot water. "Mr. President, have some water to calm your nerves."

Jay took the glass and necked its contents.

Soon after, Jay felt a weakness coursing through his body. He thought perhaps it was because of his excessive lack of sleep recently, hence a few symptoms had manifested. He did not want to think any more of it, so he collapsed on the bed and fell asleep.

Tempest stayed by the president's side for a while. He saw the frown on his brows and his heart ached a little.

He turned around and walked toward the path, his eyes glowing with brilliance. He stuck his head into the narrow path, shrunk his body, and wiggled his way in.

It was a long path. Tempest maintained his composure and finally arrived at a wider space. He stretched his muscles, his body exhausted and spent.

There was only darkness as far as his vision could see, but his instincts told him that there were people around him.

Tempest felt around for his phone and turned on the torch. It was also because of this move that his neck now had a dagger pressed against it.

Tempest mocked himself with a smile. He looked up at the man holding him hostage. He wore a veil and only his eyes were revealed. Tempest made sure to remember them. He shrugged and said casually, "Brother, I'm one of you."

"Who the heck are you?" The man had the strength of a bull. He grabbed Tempest by the back of the neck.

"Move."

Tempest scanned the mysterious place around him. His eyes glanced toward a woman in the corner. She was looking at Tempest with a terrified look.

Tempest was stunned. That woman had long, chestnut -colored hair...

Could that be the woman the president was looking for?

In the next second, a black sack was wrapped over his head.

"Move."

Tempest's vision was dark. Then, he suddenly felt a cold sensation on the back of his neck. Tempest fell to the floor unconscious.

In the afternoon, Sera walked toward Fragrant Vessel Court with a plate of fruits in her hand.

She walked in like it was her own home and paced to the master bedroom on the second floor.

"Brother Jay?" shouted Sera a few times at the door. When she confirmed that he was asleep, she pushed the door open and entered.

Jay was deep in his slumber, his face handsome and gorgeous. Maybe because he was asleep, so his aura of coldness faded away quite a bit.

Sera inserted the rosemary-scented candle into the candelabrum. She then sat at the bedhead, her hands softly caressing Jay's face.

"Brother Jay, do you want some?" A smile appeared on Sera's eyes that were as alluring as a siren's.