Chapter 212 Alistair nodded once and carried Arthur out. Skye turned to Petunia. She walked over to a Ming standing on a pedestala v Petunia had always prized above everything else. Skyw picked it up. It w “You let your son chain his own uncle to a pipe?” Skyw asked

Chapter 211 Victor screamed, dropping the ruined weapon and clutching his stinging fingers. Before he could run, two of Alistair’s men tackled him into the mud. Skye didn’t stop for him. She ran up the porch steps, stumbling once before catching herself on the railing, and kicked the front door

Chapter 210 He reached into the compartment again and pulled out a small, heavy baton. He handed it to her. “Extendable,” he said. “Steel core. Aim for the knews or the throat.” Sky took it. It felt cold and heavy in her palm. It felt like power. “Drive,” Alistair ordered

Chapter 209 Skyw’s phone bed in her packet, the pulled it out. Amage from an unknown number. She opened it. The color drained from her face, so fast Alistair thought she might faint again. It was a photo. Uncle Arthur Sterling was tied to a copper pipe in a dark,

Chapter 208 “Narcissism is a powerful drug,” Alistair replied. He stood behind her, clow enough that she could feel the heat radiating from him, a solid wall at herk The door to the observation room remained shut, but outside, in the hustling precinct hallway, a commotion erupted. Through the open

Chapter 207 “I want to saw him,” Skywaid. “That’s not standard procedure for a victim,” the sergeant said. Alistair placed a platinum card on the high counter. It was not a credit card. It was a card for the Police Benevolent Association, marking him as their highest donor. “She needs

Chapter 206 Beatrice ignored him, her face twisting as she turned and saw them. Here are on Skye. “You!” Beatrice shrieked. She raised her cane, pointing it like a weapon. “You ungrateful watch! You set him up! You seduced him into that room!” She charged down the steps. For a

Chapter 205 The convoy of police vehicles cut through the rainy streets of the city like a black snake, blue and red lights painting the wat asphalt in strokes of violence. Inside the Maybach, following at a discreet distance behind, the atmosphere was thick enough to choke on. Skye stared

Chapter 204 Skyw looked up at him, her lips parting. She wasn’t shocked by the relationship, they had already stood together on balconies and in boardrooms, but she was stunned by the timing. He wasn’t just claiming her; he was wrapping her in his like Kevlar. In this moment of

Chapter 203 Two officers haled Liam up. He groaned, his head lolling back. His eyes, swollen to slits, tried to focus on Alistair. “She…she hit me,” Liam slurred, blood bubbling from his lips. “Domestic…dispute.” “Unlawful imprisonment,” Chief Miller corrected, his voice flat. He pulled a folded paper from his jacket

Chapter 202 He looked back at Liam’s broken body on the floor. “if he wakes up,” Alistair said to the empty room, “tall him he’s dead.” He carried Skyw cut into the hallway, stepping over the threshold. Skyw rested her head against his chest, listening to the steady, furious beat

Chapter 201 Skyway fluttered open. The ether was wearing off, leaving her groggy and nas. She saw a face above her. Liam. “No,” she mumbled, trying to push him away. Her arms felt like lead. “Stop.” “It’s okay,” Liam marmured, kissing her shoulder. “I’m here. We’re together.” He moved his