Chapter 1127

Abigail shook her head as Juniper inspected James' room. One side of the bed was rumpled where she had been lying, but the other side was perfectly smooth. Grace, ever the voice of reason, said, "Juniper, check the guest rooms." She had known James for over a decade and trusted him. He had impeccable manners, and he had been raised well. Juniper wasted no time searching one guest room after another until she finally found James curled up under the covers, fast asleep. Without hesitation, she delivered a sharp smack and shouted, "James, wake up!" James jolted awake, his hair sticking out in all directions. His bloodshot eyes betrayed the exhaustion of staying up all night. The dark web was unpredictable, and James didn't know what kind of skilled individuals lurked there. To be cautious, he had chosen to act during the hours when online security was at its weakest. The night before, Abigail had noticed his bedroom light was still on and knocked on his door to check on him. James,