Chapter 587

Chapter 587:

Hiram’s name flashed across the screen.

Whatever he said made Wyatt’s expression harden instantly. “Keep your eyes on them. I’m on my way,” Wyatt said.

At a secluded house on Simgan’s outskirts, Vincent was pinned down by guards, while Buzz and the others sat bound together. On the sofa lounged Hiram and Davin. Vincent glared at them coldly. “Who the hell are you p>

Hiram didn’t bother answering, only casting him a chilling glance.

Davin chuckled. “Who we are doesn’t matter. What matters is—the Russell family is finished p>

Vincent froze, then burst into mocking laughter. “Finished? Do you even know the power my family holds in Simgan p>

“Then do you know who you crossed this time?” Davin leaned forward, smiling. “You tried to set a fire to kill the Stewart family’s heir and his wife, a member of the Chadwick family. Bold, I’ll give you that p>

“Wait… What did you just say?” Vincent’s smile collapsed, his face draining of color.

W𝘩a𝘁 e𝘷𝖾ry𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗶𝘴 𝗿𝗲𝘢𝖽𝘪ո𝘨 o𝗇

At that moment, footsteps rang out from the entrance.

Instinctively, everyone turned toward the doorway.

“Mr. Stewart p>

The moment Wyatt appeared, Hiram and Davin shot to their feet.

Once Wyatt settled onto the sofa, Hiram hurried over. “Mr. Stewart, they’re all here p>

Wyatt’s icy gaze swept over Vincent and his men. His brows knitted together. “Not all. One is missing p>

Hiram was about to ask when a sharp female voice cut through the air from outside. “Hello? Anyone here p>

Wyatt’s expression grew colder at that.

Hiram caught it and signaled to a bodyguard nearby.

Wendy soon appeared in a wheelchair, her temper flaring. “Are you mad? What do you think you’re doing p>

The bodyguard seized her by the wrist. Then, he dragged her from the wheelchair and toward Wyatt.

Pain shot through her injured leg, and when the bodyguard eventually shoved her forward, she collapsed, trembling, onto the floor. Lifting her head, she spotted Wyatt on the sofa. Her eyes widened.

“You’re still alive?” Then, a twisted laugh escaped her lips. “That woman… Is she dead? If she is dead, then you p>

“Silence her!” Wyatt interjected.

The bodyguard nearby yanked Wendy’s hair and slapped her across the face.

Blood welled at her lips, and her cheek swelled instantly.

“Leave my sister alone!” Vincent’s eyes burned red as he thrashed against the bodyguards restraining him.

“Vincent, help me!” Wendy’s cry cut through the air, and Vincent’s bloodshot eyes locked onto Wyatt. “What kind of man picks on a woman? If you’ve got a score to settle, take it up with me—leave my sister out of this p>

Wyatt’s gaze hardened. “And what right do you have to say that? Do you think covering up what you did to those women means no one knows the truth p>

“You p>

Vincent faltered, the weight of his own deeds crashing down on him. For the first time, he realized he had provoked the wrong man.

Under Wyatt’s cold, unflinching stare, Vincent’s bravado melted away.

“Mr. Stewart, we crossed the line this time. Name your terms—I’ll agree to anything. Just… let us off p>

“You’ll agree to anything?” Wyatt asked.

“Yes. As long as you can forgive us p>

Wyatt’s voice was ice. “And if the price I demand is your life p>

Resentment flickered in Vincent’s eyes.

He had thought surrender would be enough, but Wyatt wasn’t swayed.

He said, “Mr. Stewart, your family may be powerful, but this is Simgan—we run things here! We’re not nobodies here; our name matters, and with my sister engaged to the Barnes family, you’d better think twice before p>

“That engagement ends today p>

Just then, a voice cut through from the doorway, pulling Vincent’s gaze over.

When he saw Shelton, relief flickered in his eyes—only to curdle into rage at the man’s words.

“You’re saying you want to cancel the engagement with my sister p>

Shelton sneered. “Vincent, do you take me for a fool? How dare you shove a disgusting woman like Wendy onto me p>

Vincent’s face darkened. “How dare you insult my sister? You’ll pay for this p>

“Insult?” Shelton barked a laugh. “Why don’t you open your eyes and see what kind of person your sister really is p>

At his signal, one of his men stepped forward, handing him a folder. He opened it and flung a stack of photographs straight into Vincent’s face.

The scandalous images scattered across the floor.

Wendy’s eyes went wide, panic flooding her features. “No… No, this can’t be possible p>