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Chapter 301:
Upon her return to Hillside Villa, Amelia sensed an unfamiliar intensity in Wyatt’s eyes, a silent storm brewing beneath his calm exterior. Noticing him hesitate to speak several times, she pressed gently but firmly. “What is troubling you p>
“Denny is in trouble,” Wyatt replied, his voice heavy.
Just thirty minutes earlier, he had received an urgent call from Jasiah. Though the call had come to Wyatt, it was clear Jasiah’s true aim was to reach Amelia. Had Jasiah contacted Amelia directly, Wyatt wouldn’t have stopped her from going to Hans, but he would have been displeased. Jasiah wisely chose to approach Wyatt instead. With the incident at Harvest Moon Restaurant still fresh, Wyatt, despite his displeasure, had no choice but to accompany Amelia on a flight to Hans.
Two hours later, Wyatt’s private jet touched down in Hans. Jasiah awaited them at the entrance, his face a blend of relief and urgency as he hurried forward. “Mr. and Mrs. Stewart, I’m deeply grateful you’ve come p>
“What has happened to Denny? Is he alright?” Amelia asked, her voice steady but laced with worry.
She caught the flicker of anxiety in Jasiah’s eyes, despite his attempt at a reassuring smile. Wyatt, ever the silent observer, fixed his gaze on Jasiah, waiting for answers.
Jasiah’s smile faltered under Amelia’s probing questions. As they settled into the car, his expression darkened. “I can’t explain everything clearly. You’ll see for yourself soon enough p>
𝗧rе𝗇𝖽𝘪𝗇 o𝘯
In the back seat, Amelia and Wyatt shared a fleeting glance, the air between them thick with unspoken tension as the car sped through the streets.
Roughly twenty minutes later, they arrived at a charming house in the heart of Hans. No sooner had Amelia stepped out than a man burst from the house, eyes wide with panic.
Jasiah spotted him instantly and leapt from the car to stop him. “Stevie! Why are you out here? Where is Denny p>
Since their investigation into that troubling affair, Denny’s depression had spiraled. Jasiah hadn’t dared leave his side, and before fetching Amelia and Wyatt, he had entrusted Stevie with watching over him.
Breathless, Stevie answered, “When I arrived, he had already slipped into the underground animal enclosure. He’s badly hurt, and the bodyguards don’t dare go near him p>
Before Stevie could finish, Jasiah bolted inside, leaving Amelia and Wyatt behind. After gleaning the details from Stevie, they hurried toward the underground enclosure.
Amelia’s mind reeled at the thought of Denny keeping such a place beneath his home, and the sight of beasts prowling within left her stunned. The air vibrated with Jasiah’s furious shouts and the chilling howls of wolves. As Denny came into view, Wyatt instinctively pulled Amelia behind him, his voice low and urgent. “Stay back p>
Amelia gripped Wyatt’s sleeve, her heart racing as she took in the harrowing scene. Inside a massive iron cage, a blood-streaked white wolf faced off against Denny, its emerald eyes blazing with feral intensity. Denny, his coat shredded and hanging in tatters, knelt on one knee with a dagger clenched in his trembling hand. His bloodshot eyes burned with a wildness that rivaled the beast before him.
The Denny Amelia remembered—poised, gentle, refined—was gone, replaced by this fierce, unrecognizable figure.