Chapter 969 Finally Appeared
Before Dennis could respond, Winslow pressed on, "Wouldn't she be perfect for Blake?"
"Grandma," Dennis said with exasperation, "it's late—why aren't you sleeping instead of meddling in these things?"
Blake and Saskia? A match? Absolutely not—they were completely incompatible!
"That sweet girl is absolutely enchanting, so well-mannered too. And the way she's devoted to Abella—completely loyal and genuine. I'll be honest with you, the moment I laid eyes on her, I was hoping she'd become my granddaughter-in-law." Winslow beamed with delight. "I wonder when she'll visit again. I barely got to chat with her properly tonight."
Dennis thought bitterly that he was the one who hadn't gotten to chat with her properly. Everyone had monopolized Saskia's attention tonight—Steven, Ethan, Winston—they'd all managed meaningful conversations with her. Meanwhile, every time he opened his mouth, he'd somehow managed to offend her. From start to finish, they'd barely exchanged a few words.
He'd had the least interaction with Saskia of anyone!
"Blake isn't the only bachelor in this family," Dennis muttered under his breath.
Winslow's eyes lit up—how could she have forgotten Dennis!
"Oh yes, you too! How silly of me!" She immediately pulled out her phone, opening WhatsApp to show him a contact's photo. "What do you think of this young lady? She looks quite pure and elegant."
"Isn't that just a discount version of Lola?" Dennis showed zero interest.
"What about this one? Alluring and sophisticated... she seems like someone with real backbone."
Dennis's frown deepened, his displeasure evident.
"Well then, look at these others—there's the cute type, the refined type, the artistic type, the queen bee type..."
"Just introduce them to Blake instead," Dennis replied flatly, growing increasingly irritated.
"Your standards are impossibly high! These girls all have advanced degrees, stunning looks, successful careers, wealthy families... and you don't find a single one appealing."
Just then, Carl emerged from his shower. Dennis seized the opportunity. "Grandpa, maybe you should tell Grandma to get some rest—she's been fretting about nonsense all day."
He couldn't continue this conversation without losing his mind.
Carl noticed his agitation and chuckled. "What's got you so worked up?"
"I'm trying to set him up, and he's rejecting every single girl!" Winslow couldn't understand why finding this grandson a girlfriend had to be so complicated. Why couldn't he just follow his brothers' example—find someone nice and settle down?
"So what type do you prefer?" Carl asked with amusement. "Your grandmother has called in favors from several acquaintances—she's covered every personality type... though wait, we don't have anyone like Saskia."
Dennis perked up, hopeful that his grandfather was finally mentioning Saskia.
But the next moment, Winslow continued, "Saskia's so busy managing her empire, she barely has time for herself. When she does find someone, it should be someone like Blake—someone who knows how to be caring and attentive, who can offer her a safe harbor when she's exhausted."
Carl said, "Exactly, Blake's the best at making people smile. He's so easygoing, cheerful, and sunny. The moment I saw Saskia tonight, I thought she and Blake were perfect for each other."
Dennis felt his heart shatter into pieces once again.
He couldn't bear to listen anymore. Mumbling something about being tired, he walked straight out of the room.
"I have no idea what's bothering him," Winslow said, watching Dennis's retreating figure. She assumed none of the girls met his standards, that he felt too young to settle down.
"If he wants to play the field, let him enjoy a few more years. As long as the eldest two get settled first, the younger ones can take their time—let fate decide."
Dennis had barely left his grandmother's room when he heard sounds coming from his sister's bedroom.
"Abella."
He knocked on her door, intending to chat and perhaps learn more about Saskia's thoughts—whether the racing incident had left a bad impression, or if she harbored resentment over the card project situation.
But after several knocks, there was no response.
Hadn't he just heard movement inside?
Why was it completely silent now?
Was she asleep?
Dennis was about to leave when a terrible thought struck him—what if his sister was in danger?
Without hesitation, he turned the handle and pushed open the door.
The room was empty except for the open balcony doors, curtains dancing in the wind, and snowflakes drifting inside.
Where was Abella?
He stepped onto the balcony to find the world blanketed in white, snow accumulated everywhere.
Footprints marked the wall's ledge and the ground below—roughly his sister's size.
Had Abella jumped from the balcony to the outer ledge, then down to the ground? Where were these tracks leading?
Following the footprint trail with his eyes, Dennis noticed the garden corner seemed to be missing several guards.
Had intruders broken in?
Without hesitation, Dennis followed his sister's route, leaping down while alerting his brothers and racing toward her location at top speed.
After her shower, Abella had noticed something off about the surveillance cameras—the angles seemed tampered with, and two guards were missing from their corner posts.
To avoid alerting potential intruders, she'd vaulted over the balcony railing and navigated around security cameras, racing toward the garden corner. Sure enough, not just two guards but six lay unconscious beneath the trees.
Someone had definitely infiltrated the grounds.
The intruders apparently preferred stealth over violence—they'd left the guards alive. Killing in the snow would create conspicuous bloodstains.
So these people operated with discretion.
Following their trail to the basement, Abella discovered a team of highly skilled assassins. The Long Island Manor guards were clearly outmatched, and even Steven's experienced security teams were overwhelmed, succumbing one by one.
As Abella approached, she detected a distinctive sedative fragrance emanating from the assassins—the Medici family guards had collapsed after inhaling this substance.
What kind of sedative was this potent?
She'd never encountered anything like it before.
Fortunately, she'd been taking antidote pills these past few days, providing immunity against various toxins and sedatives.
When the dozen assassins realized she remained conscious, they exchanged bewildered glances, clearly confused by the situation.
This sedative should have rendered anyone unconscious upon first exposure.
Yet this young woman stood before them, completely unaffected.
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