Chapter 312
Jarred stepped out of the Manor to find the Cullinan already idling in the dark.
Declan Ward stood by the car, holding a tablet and looking anxious.
Seeing Jarred approach, he immediately hurried over.
Before Declan could say a word, Jarred slid into the backseat, the cabin instantly filling with an icy, oppressive tension.
He leaned back, closing his eyes to regulate his breathing, his voice low and laced with residual hostility. “Where’s Mrs. Bridges p>
Declan quickly replied, “She’s in the car behind us. I’ve already assigned someone to keep an eye on her p>
The black Cullinan slowly made its way down the mountain.
Jarred glanced out the window at the trailing car.
Declan checked his boss’s expression through the rearview mirror and spoke cautiously. “Boss, there’s a more pressing situation at the moment p>
Jarred lazily opened one eye. “Spit it out p>
Declan gulped, handing over the tablet. “Weston Wade just called. Madam ordered a freeze on all the assets you entrusted under his name p>
Jarred’s gaze turned icy. “What p>
“Madam had just kicked Ms. Carlyle out of the family, and right after, you told Ms. Carlyle to move into your apartment in front of everyone. It was practically asking for it p>
Declan hadn’t wanted to put it so bluntly, but facts were facts.
Jarred stiffened slightly, a dark shadow crossing his face. “That apartment was a bonus from my job p>
“Which is why, aside from the apartment and your salary account, all your other assets were frozen,” Declan explained, looking deeply conflicted.
“Not just that—the apartment was completely stripped bare. They even destroyed the renovations p>
Jarred’s brows knitted tightly, his aura terrifyingly cold. “Why p>
Declan’s heart leaped into his throat. “Because you used your other card to pay for it. After all, the bulk of your wealth stems from the Sterling family p>
Terrified to say more, Declan quietly bowed his head.
Jarred’s indifferent facade instantly cracked, a layer of thin rage sweeping over his features.
He closed his eyes, the air around him suffocatingly heavy. No one knew what chaotic emotions were tearing him apart inside.
Just as the tension in the car reached its absolute peak p>
Bang!
A deafening crash ripped through the silence.
A massive impact slammed into the rear of their vehicle. The Cullinan lurched forward violently, bouncing hard as the sheer momentum sent everin de pitching forward.
Jarred’s forehead nearly slammed into the front seat.
Thankfully, Barrett was an incredibly seasoned driver. He gripped the steering wheel and managed to stabilize the car just in time.
The sharp instincts hammered into Jarred from his SWAT days kicked in immediately.
His professional reflexes forced him to whip his head around.
The next second, a bystander’s scream tore through the night sky. “Oh my God! A crash p>
His gaze locked onto the nightmare unfolding behind them.
A heavy semi-truck had barreled forward like an out-of-control beast, violently rear-ending the Mercedes carrying Mrs. Bridges.
It crushed the sedan, pinning it mercilessly against the roadside retaining wall.
The front of the Mercedes was brutally caved in, and the truck’s grill was firmly embedded in the backseat twisting the metal frame beyond recognition.
The catastrophic wreckage practically guaranteed no survivors in the back.
A heavy, murderous rage instantly clouded Jarred’s eyes.
Without a word, he shoved the door open and sprinted toward the wreckage.
In the passenger seat, Declan, whose neck had been jarred by the impact, rubbed his sore muscles and forced himself to look up.
Just as he was about to check on his boss, he saw the carnage behind them and screamed, “Barrett, call the police p>
Meanwhile.
The study in Sterling Manor was brightly lit.
Sienna sat on the couch, radiating a calm, unshakeable aura despite the chaos.