Alpha's Abandoned Daughter is the Secret Heiress novel Chapter 460

Chapter 460: The Shooting Goes Live

Chapter 460: The Shooting Goes Live

(Amelia’s POV)

I tied Zane’s wrists behind his back with the same rope I used to bundle dried herbs.

His man was already out cold on the floor from Black’s venom. I bound him too, just to be safe, and propped them both against the wooden cabinet by the far wall.

Zane’s eyes burned with rage above the cloth stuffed in his mouth.

I ignored him.

I sat back down on my stool and picked up my pestle again.

At seven o’clock, the door swung open.

Rowan came in first, his boots loud on the floorboards. Master Elias followed behind him, and then three others I recognized from the village.

Rowan stopped when he saw Zane.

His eyes traveled from the bound wrists to the gagged mouth to the expensive coat now creased and dirty.

Then he crossed the room in four long strides and drove his boot hard into Zane’s chest.

The impact knocked Zane sideways against the cabinet with a hollow thud.

“You miserable piece of filth.” Rowan’s voice came out low and shaking. “Do you have any idea how many people live in Meadow Brook Pack? You were going to wipe the whole village off the map!”

Zane’s man started squirming frantically across the floor, trying to throw himself between Rowan and his employer.

Rowan turned and kicked him aside without breaking stride.

“Don’t rush,” he said coldly. “I’ll get to you in a moment.”

Then he turned back to Zane and drove his boot in again.

Zane couldn’t make a sound. The gag held. He could only squeeze his eyes shut and take it, his body jerking with each blow.

16

Chapter 460 The Shooting Goes Live

I watched from where I stood.

I didn’t move to stop it.

+25 Points

If Zane’s plan had succeeded tonight, every single person in this village would have been dead before midnight. Every elderly woman who had ever handed me a bundle of vegetables. Every child who had ever run past my porch.

Rowan could kick him all night if he wanted.

Rowan finally stepped back, breathing hard. His face was still tight with fury, but the worst of it had passed.

He turned and dropped into the chair across from me.

“Last night,” he said, catching his breath, “we did exactly what you told us. Every device. All three sites.” He looked up at me. “We dug them all out. Cut the fuses ourselves.”

I nodded. “Good.”

“The explosives are locked in the storage shed at the edge of the eastern field. Nowhere near

the houses.”

“Perfect.” I set the pestle down. “Tonight, before eleven, I need you and Master Elias to get everyone underground. The elderly first. Use the old root cellar beneath the community hall – it’s deep enough.”

Master Elias, who had been standing quietly by the door with his hands folded in his sleeves,

spoke up.

“And the convicts?” he asked. “The fourteen on death row. What do we do with them?”

I had already thought this through.

“Keep one,” I said. “One witness, alive and intact, to testify against Zane in court. The rest stay in the village tonight.”

“As bait,” Elias said.

“Yes.”

Rowan’s brow creased. He glanced toward the door, then back at me. “These are convicted killers, Amelia. Without someone watching them, they won’t just sit quietly and wait to be

used.”

I turned my head toward the corner of the room.

26

Cepe 4 The hooking t

Unit–001 stood there exactly as it had stood for the past three hours setantly 301, Sarbundy upright, its blue optical sensors a faint glow in the Gm light

“It will handle them,” I said.

Rowan looked uncertain. ‘It’s a machine”

“It’s not an ordinary machine. I looked at the robot for a moment. My father Javon Bent years building it. It doesn’t feel pain. It doesn’t get tired. It can’t be stopped by a boles paused. “It will keep the convicts in place until the time comes?

The room was quiet.

One by one, the others exchanged glances, and then the tension in their shoulders slowly eased.

I turned back to the window.

Outside, the village was dark and still. The kind of stillness that sits right before something

breaks.

“Let the games begin,” I said quietly.

(Author’s POV)

High on the ridge above Meadow Brook Pack, Zane’s armed unit had been watching the village through binoculars since nightfall.

Their orders were simple.

If Zane did not emerge from the village by eleven o’clock, they were to move in under the cover of a convict pursuit operation, retrieve him, and detonate the buried charges.

The minutes ticked by.

No signal came.

No message. No change of orders. Nothing.

At eleven, their commander lowered his binoculars and gave a single nod.

The unit moved out.

(Amelia’s POV)

I ate dinner with Elias and Rowan – bread, cold venison, a pot of herb broth that Elias insisted on making himself.

Chapter 450 The Shooting Goes Live

After that I lay down on the narrow bed and closed my eyes.

I set an alarm for eleven.

When it went off, I was already half–awake.

I pushed myself up, walked to the window, and looked out at the village.

Dark. Quiet.

I picked up my phone and opened the live stream.

The camera light blinked on.

I smiled at the lens.

“The show’s about to begin.”

25

Within thirty seconds, the viewer count was climbing fast. Comments flooded the live chat in a rolling wall of text.

‘Where’s Theodore??*

*Is he coming?? We want Theodore!!*

*Why are you streaming from a village lol*

I laughed a little. “He’s busy tonight. You’ll have to make do with me.”

I turned the camera slowly toward the cabinet.

Zane Jenkins stared back at it, his eyes wide and furious above the gag.

The live chat exploded.

*Wait – is that – ??*

*That’s the council representative!! The one from the northern seat!!*

*Why is he tied up?? What is going on??*

*She’s going to be in so much trouble*

*This has to be staged, right??*

*I saw something about him online last week – something about a village-*

I watched the comments scroll past without answering.

4/6

Chapter 460 The Shooting Goes Live

Then the first shot rang out.

It came from the eastern edge of the village – a single crack that split the night air and echoed off the hillside.

The live chat froze for half a second.

Then it detonated.

*Was that a firework??*

*That was NOT a firework*

*THAT WAS A GUN*

*someone call the police RIGHT NOW*

+25 Prona’s

“That’s gunfire,” I said calmly into the camera. “Those are Zane’s people. They’re moving into the village.”

A scream tore through the darkness outside – high and ragged and very real.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify