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Chapter 0305
The night was a blur of shadows and light.
Zabaleta at midnight was a spectacle of splendor, with the hustle of people and cars like a living,
breathing
dragon.
For
over a
century that crossroads of two rivers had blossomed into a bustling metropolis, the pride of the
East, dubbed ‘Easter Vittorios. Rumor had it that even the beggars there sat on fortunes larger than
some
small–town tycoons.
The saying might be a bit over the top, but Zabaleta was just that–a glittering international city where
space
was at a premium. Towering above it all was the Ledger family, reigning supreme.
“Kelvin nailed it, and that little witch Wanda took the bait!” Marcus had just hung up with Kelvin and was
then
smirking at Wanda’s photo on his phone. “Thought you could run, Wanda?
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“Wait until you’re in my bed. You’ll learn what real torment is. Anyone who crosses the Ledgers doesn’t
even
deserve the mercy of death.”
Before Marcus, Andrew, Hec, and Hunter sat with bandaged stumps where their fingers had been, their
faces a
mix of pain and awe as they gazed at the white–haired elder in the cloak.
The old man, Yorgos, watched as Marcus‘ cruel laughter faded. He shook his head and spoke with a
gentle firmness. “Mister Marcus Ledger, there’s trouble brewing at home. The head of the family
commands your
return to the ancestral house. You’re not to leave without permission.”
Marcus let out a snide laugh, clearly unbothered. “Mister Yorgos Lacher, save your breath. Here in
Zabaleta.
who’d dare mess with the Ledgers?”
Yorgos’s face remained stoic as he bowed slightly. “The head of the family insists. Please, Mister
Marcus
Ledger, don’t make this hard.”
“Damn!”
Marcus muttered curses under his breath, yet he would not dare go against his father’s orders. With a
dismissive snort, he said, “Fine, I’ll go back, but not before I catch Wanda and take her to the old family
mansion for some…entertainment.”
Yorgos remained impassive, simply responding with a curt, “Agreed.”
Marcus was about to add something else when, from outside the living room, a bodyguard’s voice
boomed. Mister Marcus Ledger, there’s a car approaching with an Ol‘ Mare plate. It’s a red Porsche!”
“Heh, the little minx has finally shown up!”
A cruel smirk crossed Marcus’s face before he gestured decisively.
“Move out!”
The red Porsche eased to a stop at the villa’s front gate.
“Gentlemen.”
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As per Alexander’s instructions, Kelvin swung the rear car door open, dashed to the villa’s entrance,
and shouted. “I’m Kelvin, sent by Mister Marcus Ledger. Please, open the gate!”
In a flurry of motion, eight Ledger family bodyguards, clad in black suits and armed with rubber batons
or alloy daggers, swarmed eut from the entrance’s shadows, encircling Kelvin.
One of them flashed a high–beam flashlight into the Porsche’s back seat, spotted Wanda, then glanced
at Ray behind the wheel and Alexander in the front seat. He let out a low chuckle. “Kelvin, not bad at
all. You brought Miss Briers here so fast!
“And those two guys? Are they your hired help?”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Yeah, they’re on my dime, set me back three thousand bucks.”
Kelvin plastered a forced smile across his face, nodding and scraping before the lead bodyguard. “I’ve
brought the person you wanted. Can you let my parents go now?”
The bodyguard’s smirk was icy as he ignored Kelvin and strode up to the Porsche, gesturing for the
occupant to exit. “Miss Briers, you’re here at last. Why stay in the car? Or perhaps you’re waiting for
Mister Marcus Ledger to extend a personal invitation?”
Wanda’s face was ashen as she caught a glimpse of Alexander and Ray’s retreating figures. With a
fierce bite of her lip, she stepped out from the back seat.
“You two!”
The bodyguard, unfamiliar with Alexander and Ray since he had not been to Ol‘ Mare with Andrew,
Hec, and Hunter, waved his rubber baton menacingly. “Stay put in the car, and don’t even think about
stepping out. The first one who does is a dead man!”
His command was followed by a bellow to the villa’s gatekeeper, “Open up!”
With a groan, the gates parted, and a harsh spotlight burst from the balcony, bathing the yard in stark,
artificial daylight. There, in the unforgiving glare, an elderly couple with silver–streaked hair trembled,
bound and helpless.
At the sight of his parents, Kelvin’s voice broke, and he wept openly.
“Dad, Mom!”
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