Chapter 621
Chapter 621:
“Bring them in,” Austin then commanded, his voice cutting through the room like a blade.
Moments later, several bloodied and battered figures were dragged in, unceremoniously dumped onto the cold floor.
At the sight of Austin, the group scrambled to their knees, desperation dripping from their every word. “Mr. Barton, please, we beg you! Show us mercy p>
Austin’s gaze hardened, his expression a study in cold detachment. “Do to her exactly what she had planned for Yelena,” he ordered, his voice calm but laced with menace.
Terror washed over Madonna’s face like a crashing wave, her earlier arrogance replaced by sheer panic. “NO! Mr. Barton, please! You can’t do this to me!” she pleaded, her voice quivering.
Austin didn’t spare her so much as a glance. He turned and walked away, his footsteps echoing with finality.
John stood just outside the warehouse, the bloodcurdling screams of the Prescott family slicing through the still night air. He shook his head slowly, a mix of disbelief and exasperation etched on his face. “They’ve got nerves of steel,” he muttered under his breath. “Trying to harm Yelena again and again? Reckless doesn’t even begin to cover it p>
With Madonna’s grim fate sealed, John sidled up to Austin, flashing him a crooked grin. “So, how’s it going, buddy? Up for a drink tonight p>
Austin dismissed him with a curt shake of his head. “Not interested p>
John scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Man, you’re duller than a butter knife. You’ve got feelings for Yelena but won’t do squat about it. You bend over backward for her, yet you keep it all under wraps. And on top of that, you won’t even have a little fun with someone else p>
“Get lost!” Austin cut him off, his tone sharp enough to draw blood.
John threw his hands up in mock surrender, a wry chuckle escaping his lips. He wasn’t wrong, though. Austin had done more for Yelena than anyone could imagine, but how on earth was she supposed to know if he never let her in?
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The next morning, as Yelena sat down for breakfast with her family, Cayson suddenly spoke up. “Something strange happened to the Prescott family last night. I heard the Prescott couple lost their minds, their son vanished, and their daughter—she took her own life p>
The sound of Bella’s fork clattering against her plate broke the moment. Everyone’s gaze shifted to her. She feigned composure, brushing it off. “Oops, butterfingers p>
As she reached for a napkin, she accidentally knocked over her glass of milk.
“Bella, are you okay?” Yelena asked with mock concern flickering in her eyes. Bella’s heart skipped a beat. She gave a slight frown and shot back, “Why do you ask p>
Yelena stared at her with unwavering intensity. “No reason. You seemed pretty close to Madonna, didn’t you p>
Bella’s hand trembled slightly. She managed a strained smile and said, “You’re mistaken. Madonna and I were just schoolmates p>
Yelena leaned in. “Really? Then why do you get so flustered when I mention her? Almost looks like you have something to hide p>
“Bella, seriously? It’s too early for these dramas. Even if Madonna and I weren’t close friends, we knew each other. And it’s only natural for me to feel sad p>
Bella paused, her eyes narrowing as she gazed at Yelena. “But what about you? You knew Madonna too. Don’t you feel anything hearing what happened to her p>
Yelena’s voice was cold and measured. “Why should I? I know a lot of people, and she was just another face in the crowd to me p>
Bella gave a nod with mock shock. “I see p>
Her expression spoke volumes, conveying that Yelena was distant, almost devoid of warmth. Yet, her little act wasn’t meant for Yelena—it was for the rest of the family to witness.