Chapter 105

The metal door opened with a creaking sound. Light from the hallway slowly entered the stuffy basement. Elena lifted her face—wilted, tired, but still alert.

Margaret's steps were clearly audible, the high heels of the middle-aged woman bouncing on the cement floor. In her hands were a brown folder and a bottle of water. Her hair was in a neat bun, and her face remained stern.

"Have you had enough rest, Queen Elena?" Margaret asked calmly.

Elena did not answer. Her gaze was ...