The Lady Nun Vows Revenge - Chapter 307: Chapter 307

Caleb scoffed internally, feigning curiosity to hear his friends' advice. He wasn't naive; they were just his drinking buddies—did they believe he'd fall for their act?
As Caleb considered the situation, one of his friends leaned in and whispered something. At first, Caleb didn't react, but as the words registered, his eyes widened, a thoughtful expression spreading across his face.
"Is Lord Celeb going to give it a try?" one of the young men asked, a sly grin spreading across his face.
Caleb hesitated, his eyes flicking to the small carriage below. Resentment flickered across his face before he spoke with sudden determination. "Let's go see what's happening down there."
"Got it!"
"Let's go!"
"Let's have some fun!" As soon as Caleb spoke, the young men burst into laughter and eagerly followed him.
Eliza parked her small carriage on the corner and went into a nearby shop to pick up a few more items to send to Lawrence. Renee waited beside the carriage, keeping an eye on things.
Seeing Eliza emerge with her hands full, she rushed over immediately. "Lady Eliza, let me carry those for you!"
Eliza had asked Renee to call her by name instead of using formal titles while they were in public. Despite this, Renee still addressed her as "Lady Eliza."
Renee's grin and explanation, "It just sounds nicer!", left Eliza torn between amusement and exasperation, but she ultimately decided not to argue.
Eliza suggested, "Let's load everything onto the carriage."
"Got it!" Renee took the items from Eliza's hands, intending to put them in the carriage. Suddenly, a figure leaped onto it, grabbed the reins, and sped off.
"There's a thief!" Renee shouted urgently. "Stop right there!" Renee was shocked that someone would steal a carriage in broad daylight in the middle of Hasen City.
As Renee tried to chase after it, her arms full, the carriage was already too far away to catch. "Seriously? Who steals a small carriage?" she exclaimed, fuming.
Eliza frowned slightly, thinking, 'Why does that person look so familiar?'
"Tina," Eliza called softly, and someone immediately darted to chase after the carriage.
Moments later, their carriage slowly returned, carrying a young man who sat stiffly, his face contorted in an expression of imminent tears.
Eliza's casual indifference suggested she had already identified the man, even after noticing the sword a hair's breadth from his back, ready to pierce him if he resisted.
"Renee," she said calmly, "pull him down."
"Wait! I've got this—I'll get down myself!" the young man stammered, panicked.
Renee, however, wouldn't listen. She threw her things into the carriage, stormed to the other side, and pulled him down with unexpected strength.
The young man, caught off guard by the petite girl's surprising strength, almost fell when she pulled him. He only avoided a potential injury by grabbing onto the carriage.
"Mr. Anders," Eliza said, her voice level but sharp, "I don't believe we've met or had any disagreements. Could you explain what you're trying to do?"
Caught red-handed, Lincoln brushed himself off with a nervous chuckle. "Your Grace, I didn't mean any disrespect! I admire you greatly and wish to speak with you. However, I feared you might dismiss me, so I resorted to this."
She remembered seeing Lincoln, Percival's nephew and Grant's cousin, with Caleb and Grant on previous occasions. He was a familiar face from their social circle, which explained his familiarity. Although Grant had distanced himself from Caleb, Lincoln had seemingly remained connected.
Eliza's sharp eyes swept the area, quickly spotting several figures attempting to hide, though unsuccessfully. One stood out immediately, his awkward attempts at concealment making him appear quite ridiculous.
"And what about it?" Eliza fixed Lincoln with an icy stare. "After taking my carriage, what were you going to do next? Humiliate me with Lord Caleb's help?"
Lincoln frantically waved his hands. "No, no, I would never! Your Grace, please, you must believe me!" His original plan was ruined. Being pulled back meant he couldn't do anything, even if he wanted to.
"Is that so?" Eliza's smile was faint. "That's a pity, because now I do."
At first, Lincoln didn't understand Eliza's words. Then he heard her command, "Tie him up! And seize those others—take them all away!"
"Yes, noted!" Renee snapped into action as soon as Eliza spoke, producing a coil of rope as if from thin air. Her movements were quick and practiced, and she instantly bound Lincoln.
"Hold on! Your Grace, isn't it a bit extreme to tie someone up like this in broad daylight?" Lincoln protested, straining against the ropes.
"It's all good. You made the first move anyway," Eliza replied with a casual shrug, clearly unconcerned.
Lincoln was in panic when he realized Eliza planned to use his attempted carriage theft against him. If questioned, he would be the one blamed.
'Wait, it's not just my problem anymore!' Lincoln whipped his head around and yelled, "Lord Caleb! Get over here and save me!" He had only agreed to steal the carriage, but now, before they even finished the first part of their plan, he was the one taking the blame.
In a desperate move, Lincoln tried to call for backup, but when he turned around, he realized the others had already fled, vanishing like shadows in the wind.
"Damn it! You betrayed me and ran away?" Lincoln raged with his teeth clenched. He thought, 'Alright, alright! If I'm being left behind, then none of you are escaping!'
Lincoln spun around to Eliza. "Your Grace," he blurted, "I must tell you something! Those men are the true culprits—you must go after them! They were at the tavern across the street and saw your carriage. Then they convinced Caleb to take revenge on you!
"They planned to have me steal your carriage, leading you on a chase while someone else took your valuables. They intended to trap you in the alley, blocking the exit and blackmailing you!"