A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 937

Yardley's fears were entirely justified.

Because Amos's top operatives had handled the extraction, tracking them proved nearly impossible. A full week passed, and despite the combined, massive manhunt led by Herbert and Yardley, they couldn't flush Starla or her escorts out of Yoran Country.

Given the timeline, they had to confront the harsh reality: Starla was likely already gone.

Her phone remained unreachable.

Herbert's temper grew increasingly volatile, and his patience with Yardley vanished completely. When it came to the situation with Brinley Seabrook, Herbert hadn't been the one pushing to use her as leverage with General Licht—that had been Yardley's aggressive strategy.

And what was the result? Yardley had kept his mouth shut around Starla, letting Herbert play the villain and take the brunt of her wrath.

Herbert was drowning in regret.

Rudolf stepped into the office, a file in hand. "Mr. Farley."

"Any news?"

"She's already out of Yoran."

Herbert froze, his hand pausing as he lifted his water glass. The look he shot Rudolf was freezing. "When did she cross?"

"The very same day!"

Amos's team hadn't wasted a second. The day they took her, they smuggled her straight across the border.

Herbert's grip tightened on the glass. "No wonder Yardley can't put him down."

"I should have killed that woman when I had the chance," Herbert muttered darkly.

He was talking about Romy. Knowing she was aligned with Fairfax, Herbert's first instinct had been to eliminate her. The only reason he hadn't pulled the trigger was to avoid shedding more blood in front of Starla. His moment of mercy had given them the perfect opening to blindside him.

"Did they head to Cyrus Sea?" Herbert asked, taking a slow sip of water.

"No," Rudolf replied. "Once they crossed the border, they completely fell off the grid."

Herbert slammed the glass down, a lethal glint in his eyes.

Frustrated, Amos ran a hand through his hair and immediately dialed Yardley.

The second the line connected, Amos barked, "Careful, or I'll put a bullet in your sister's head!"

They had really crossed the line this time. How dare Yardley pull this kind of scorched-earth tactic when his own flesh and blood was in Amos's custody? He truly was a cold-blooded sociopath. He didn't even value his sister's life.

"You won't," Yardley replied calmly.

"Oh? What makes you think that? Do you think I'm one of the good guys? We're both monsters here."

If Yardley Hoggart wasn't a good person, Amos certainly wasn't one either.

"Because you want to live," Yardley stated flatly.

Amos scowled. Who didn't want to live?

"You only have one way out of this," Yardley continued. "Hand her over."