At her words, Neville, who had already arrived, shot Gareth a cold glare before wrapping an a around his wife and guiding her back into the car.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Nightveil toyed with the knife as she crouched down. \u201cSince Paxton wants one of Sapphire\u2019s we\u2019ll have to take one of yours.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Before Gareth could beg for mercy, her hand moved in a flash. With brutal force, she sliced off his ring finger. The pain was so intense that he nearly passed out.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Using a handkerchief, Nightveil expressionlessly picked up the severed finger, wrapped it, and ther bound Gareth, hauling him off the ground and tossing him into the trunk of her car.\u00a0<\/p>\n
With that done, she turned to Neville and Sapphira. \u201cMr. and Mrs. Judson, I\u2019d advise you to stay somewhere else for the night. You can return to the estate tomorrow morning.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Neville, however, held Sapphira tightly. \u201cI need to go back to the estate. I\u2019ll leave my wife in your care for now.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
His eyes were glacial. He couldn\u2019t believe his own brother, Paxton, would dare to lay a hand on his beloved wife. It was a line that should never have been crossed. This time, there would be no forgiveness.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Nightveil met his gaze and nodded. \u201cOf course.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Neville released his wife, his voice softening. \u201cSapphira, go get something to eat with Miss Nightveil and get some rest. I have to take care of something at the estate. I\u2019ll come find\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sapphira frowned, her eyes filled with worry, but she nodded. \u201cAlright.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
you later.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
:\u00a0<\/p>\n
It was nearly midnight, but the lights in the west wing villa were still on. Suddenly, the doorbell rang.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Finley, sitting on the living room sofa, glanced at the video intercom. His heart leaped into his throat when he saw his uncle Neville standing outside. He hesitated, knowing exactly why Neville was here. It had to be about Sapphira.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The doorbell rang again and again, its sharp, incessant chiming piercing the quiet of the night. The noise roused Paxton and Vivica, who came out of their rooms and looked down into the living room from the second\u2013floor landing.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWho\u2019s ringing the bell at this hour?\u201d Paxton asked, his voice laced with annoyance.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Finley stared nervously at the door. \u201cIt\u2019s\u2026 it\u2019s Uncle Neville.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Hearing it was his older brother, Paxton\u2019s expression darkened into a cold smirk. So, he was demand answers about Sapphira\u2019s disappearance.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIgnore him,\u201d Paxton said dismissively. \u201cLet him stand out there.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He then turned his irritation on his son. \u201cWhy aren\u2019t you in bed? You have a lot\u00a0<\/p>\n
no time to be losing your nerve.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Finley hesitated before nodding slowly. \u201cI know.\u201d He stood up, his steps heavy as he started toward\u00a0<\/p>\n
the stairs.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He\u2019d only taken a few steps when a loud crash echoed from outside, shaking the entire villa. The sound grew louder, more violent.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Finley stopped. \u201cDad, I\u2019m going to see what\u2019s happening.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He rushed back down and threw open the door, only to find the front yard swarming with a dozen bodyguards. Some were smashing the iron gate with sledgehammers, while others were cutting through the bars with power saws.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Paxton frowned, no longer able to ignore the commotion, and descended the stairs. Vivica hurried back to her room to grab a robe before following him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Just as they reached the front door, the iron gate crashed to the ground with a deafening roar. The bodyguards parted, and Neville strode through the opening. His face was a mask of glacial fury, utterly devoid of warmth in the cool night air.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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