Chapter 1219
Chapter 1219:
“Don’t worry. I won’t let that bastard get away,” Annabel assured her.
With that, she instructed the agent to take Margo home and have her wounds treated.
When Annabel returned to the villa, a scene of harsh retribution awaited her. Joziah and his accomplices lay sprawled across the floor, bruised and bloodied, clearly beaten by the men she and Rupert had brought.
Even so, Annabel wasn’t satisfied.
Her gaze settled on Joziah, and a cold smile slowly formed on her lips.
“W-what are you thinking?!” Joziah shouted when he noticed her expression.
“Take care of it,” Annabel said with a flick of her hand, turning to the bodyguard beside her.
The bodyguard understood immediately and signaled for his men to haul Joziah away.
As Annabel stepped out of the villa, Joziah’s furious screams erupted from inside. “I won’t let you go!” he bellowed at the top of his lungs.
At that, a scornful scoff escaped Annabel.
She lifted her gaze and leaned into Rupert’s arms for comfort.
Rupert’s expression remained stern, his eyes sweeping over the villa with unmistakable disgust. Once he confirmed that Margo’s injuries were limited to minor scrapes, Annabel finally let out a breath of relief.
Out of consideration, she insisted Margo take a few days off to recover fully and instructed her agent to look after her.
It was well past midnight when Annabel and Rupert finally returned home, after making sure Margo was safe.
“Joziah, that bastard. I should have dealt with him more harshly before,” Annabel said through clenched teeth, her face dark as she thought about how lenient she had been.
The idea of Joziah paying for what he’d done lingered in her mind.
Still, something didn’t sit right. How had Joziah managed to kidnap Margo so easily? He had money, sure, but he didn’t seem smart enough to pull something like this off on his own.
Was someone else controlling things from behind the scenes?
“What’s bothering you?” Rupert’s voice cut through her thoughts as he turned to study her tightly furrowed brows.
“I’m just tired,” Annabel said, brushing off his concern.
Exhaustion weighed heavily on her, leaving her no energy to dig deeper into her suspicions.
“I need a shower,” she said, stretching as she walked. Without realizing it, the movement revealed a hint of her slim waist. Rupert’s gaze flicked over her, and something in his expression subtly shifted.
Annabel headed toward the bathroom, only for Rupert to appear in the doorway.
“Is something wrong?” she asked, tilting her head.
Rupert didn’t answer. He stepped in, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her with sudden, hungry intensity.