Alpha's Abandoned Daughter is the Secret Heiress novel Chapter 459

Chapter 459: Zane Comes to the Village

Chapter 459: Zane Comes to the Village

(Author’s POV)

The assistant’s face was pale.

“Sir,” he said carefully, “if you’re going into the village yourself – do we still proceed with the original plan? Or should I send someone to remove the devices?”

Zane Jenkins was quiet for a long moment.

He stood at the window, his back to the room, fingers laced behind him.

“Proceed as planned,” he said finally.

The assistant blinked. “But you’ll be inside-”

“If I haven’t made it out by eleven o’clock tonight,” Zane said, turning around, “you use this story: I was taken hostage by escaped convicts who infiltrated the village. My life is in danger. Deploy the armed unit immediately. Clear the village. Get me out before midnight.”

The assistant absorbed this. Then he nodded slowly.

“Understood.”

Zane straightened his jacket and reached for his coat.

“I want to be back in the city before the fireworks start.”

The next evening, his convoy rolled into Meadow Brook Pack just as the sky was turning a deep, bruised orange.

Zane looked out the tinted window at the dirt roads, the low wooden fences, the smoke curling from chimneys.

“Stop someone,” he said flatly.

One of his men stepped out and flagged down a passing villager – an older woman carrying a basket of vegetables.

She looked at the convoy with mild curiosity, then smiled when they asked where the young healer lived.

“Oh, Amelia’s place? Come on, I’ll walk you there.”

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She led them cheerfully down a narrow path and stopped in front of a small wooden house The paint was peeling. The porch steps sagged slightly in the middle,

“There you go, the woman said brightly, and headed back the way she came

Zane climbed out of the car,

He stared at the house.

His lip curled, just slightly.

He stepped forward across the muddy ground with the careful, mincing steps of a man deeply concerned about his shoes, picking his way around the worst of the puddles until he reached the doorway.

Inside, Amelia sat on a wooden stool, her head bent over a stone mortar, grinding herbs with slow, even strokes.

She didn’t look up.

(Amelia’s POV)

One of his men knocked on the door. Three sharp, impatient raps.

I lifted my head.

I let my gaze travel from the man in the doorway to the one standing behind him – expensive coat, polished shoes now streaked with mud, a face that was trying very hard to look like it belonged somewhere important.

I smiled.

“Zane Jenner?”

The hand gripping the doorframe went white at the knuckles.

He stepped inside quickly, scanning every corner of the room before he sat down. His eyes were sharp and suspicious, checking for anyone else.

There was no one.

“I don’t know where you heard that name,” he said, his voice carefully flat, “but I’d advise you to stop using it.”

“If you’re not Zane Jenner,” I said pleasantly, “then why did you come all the way out here to this little village to find me?”

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“You already know there is no evidence you need to destroy, I said, without looking up came because you were afraid of being exposed. You thought if you got here fast enough you could take whatever I had and make it disappear

“I’m warning you, he said, his voice dropping, ‘don’t play games with me?

I kept grinding.

He exhaled hard through his nose, pressing down the anger rising in his face.

“What,” he said, with forced control, exactly do you think you have on me?”

I set the pestle down.

The two of us looked at each other across the small, dim room.

“You know,” he said softly, and now the pleasantness was entirely gone from his voice, “if anything happens to me while I’m in this village–anything at all–it won’t just be you who suffers. Every person living here will burn with it.”

I laughed.

It came out genuine.

“You were always going to burn this village,” I said. “Whether you walked out of here tonight

or not.”

He went very still.

“I don’t know what you’re-”

“Three sites.” I picked up a dried herb and turned it between my fingers, bringing it to my nose. “The devices are buried here, here, and here.” I named the locations without looking at him. “Set to detonate at midnight. You brought the convicts in as cover – so when the investigation starts, the story is that escaped criminals caused the explosion. Not you.”

The color drained from his face.

Behind him, the door burst open.

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Chapter 459 Zane Comes to the Village

His man came in fast, gun already drawn, moving straight toward me.

Something dark shot from the shadows beneath the bed.

Black.

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The little snake moved like a whip – coiling around the man’s wrist in an instant, sending the gun clattering to the floor. The man gasped, staggered, and then crumpled. The paralytic venom worked fast. He was on the ground and motionless within seconds.

I stood up, walked over, and picked up the gun.

I turned it over in my hand, getting the feel of it.

Then I pointed it at Zane.

“You should have asked Griffin about me before you came here,” I said. “He could have told you. You walked into this house with one man. One.” I tilted my head slightly. “That’s not a negotiation. That’s a gift.”

Zane’s eyes were moving fast, calculating.

“I know about your backup,” I said. “The armed unit waiting outside. If you don’t signal them by eleven, they move in.”

He said nothing.

“That’s exactly what I’m counting on,” I said. “The moment you give that order – the moment you deploy armed force against this village – that’s the moment you’ve signed your own confession. Abuse of authority. Conspiracy to destroy civilian property. Premeditated mass harm.” I paused. “I needed you to actually do it. Not just plan it.”

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