The look in Cillian Forrest's eyes shifted.
His Spiritual Sea was somewhat turbulent. Since returning, he had been focusing his energy on restraining his volatile spiritual power.
That was why he hadn't been truly asleep. Instead, he had entered a state of deep concentration to restrain his spiritual power.
He had sensed Sophie Wexler from the moment she came in.
As the Marshal of the Empire, how could he possibly be unaware of such a situation?
He hadn't moved simply because he knew it was Sophie Wexler.
Sensing her tiptoeing, he kept his eyes closed, wanting to see what she was up to.
But then she undid his collar, her gaze fixed on the Slave Collar.
Cillian Forrest's fingertips lightly touched the Slave Collar as he concealed the expression in his eyes.
'She can access the Empire's internal network now.'
'She must have seen the method to unlock it, but…'
He recalled her actions just now.
'She probably only saw the first method of removal, not the second.'
