From Betrayed Luna to Wolf Queen (Lillian) novel Chapter 235

Chapter 233 Cutting Off Escape Routes.

Chapter 235 Cutting Off Escape Routes

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Lillian’s response was flat. “No.”

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Eleanor scoffed, her voice sharp with disbelief. As if it wasn’t you. Who else could possibly be behind this?”

But Lillian wouldn’t admit a thing.

The blaze at Inkwood Gardens had been her doing. The fires at Margaret’s townhouse and her own cottage–those were hers as well.

And now she had the nerve to deny it?

“You set them all, but you won’t own up to it?” Eleanor’s tone turned venomous. “You’ll be cursed for this, mark my words.”

“Everything requires evidence,” Lillian replied coolly. “I could just as easily claim you were the one who started the fire.”

“Why would I burn down my own home?”

“Because you’ve never gotten along with me, and framing me is motive enough.”

If Eleanor wanted a motive, Lillian could invent one just as easily.

Anyone could point fingers–Lillian knew how to play that game too.

Eleanor felt a wave of dizziness, fury clouding her vision.

Just then, her phone rang again. She answered with trembling hands. “Talk.”

“What? The property at Spring Manor is on fire too? What in the world are your people even doing?”

Eleanor was seething.

She had barely ended the call when another came through.

One after another–four calls in rapid succession–each reporting another property engulfed

in flames.

Some were under her name, some under Hilda’s and a few even under Julian’s.

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For a moment, Eleanor was utterly speechless.

It felt as though her entire world was crumbling around her.

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Arguing with Lillian no longer seemed worth the energy. She turned abruptly and hurried out of the room, her steps unsteady.

Watching Eleanor’s retreating figure, Lillian finally allowed herself a slow, measured breath, the tightness in her chest casing slightly.

Back then, Eleanor had been willing to risk lives just to destroy one home.

Now… Lillian would make sure every single property of hers turned to ash.

“George,” Lillian said, her voice low.

“Yes?”

“Notify all our affiliated hotels and restaurants. They are not to serve any of them–under any circumstances.”

George gave a firm nod. “Understood.”

Lillian was systematically cutting off every escape route, cornering them within the territory of the Graves Pack.

She would trap them inside that oppressive mansion and let them stew in their own helplessness.

Iris had harmed her unborn pup.

Eleanor had taken her mother’s life.

For both crimes, Lillian would strip away every refuge and turn their world into a living hell.

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Upstairs, Hilda and Iris stared at the food Lillian’s staff had brought up. They hesitated, uncertain whether to touch it.

“She wouldn’t dare poison it right out in the open, would she?” Hilda muttered. “If someone actually got sick, she couldn’t just walk away from that.”

“You’re forgetting,” Iris said quietly. “She has Finn backing her now.”

Iris didn’t dare take a bite.

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But the gnawing hunger was becoming unbearable.

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Hilda had managed to bring back some fruit in her bag carlier, but Lillian’s people had searched through everything.

That wretched woman… What kind of person did something like this?

Now they had neither a proper meal nor even fruit to quiet their stomachs.

“So what do we do?” Hilda pressed. “You have to eat something. Unless…”

She trailed off, then suggested tentatively, “Unless we go out to eat somewhere?”

Ideally, Iris shouldn’t be going out so soon after whelping. But Lillian was leaving them with little choice.

It was only the first day, and already the situation felt intolerable.

And from the looks of it, Lillian wasn’t planning to move out anytime soon.

Hilda truly didn’t know how they would endure the days to come.

“Right now?” Iris glanced toward the window. “But the weather…”

“Freezing,” Hilda finished for her. The temperature had plummeted since morning, and a bitter wind was howling outside.

Not that it mattered much–they’d be in a car the whole way.

Seeing Iris‘ reluctant expression, Hilda immediately regretted her suggestion. “I’m sorry, Iris. This is all our fault.”

“I’ll call Julian right now,” Hilda said, reaching for her phone. “I’ll make him come back and deal with that she–wolf.”

If Lillian claimed the mating bond was still intact and insisted on her right to stay mansion, then Julian should be able to control her, shouldn’t he?

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But just as Hilda picked up her phone, a call from an unknown number came through.

She answered warily. “Hello?”

“Miss, your villa at Bayside Heights is on fire.”

“What?” Hilda’s voice shook with shock.

Bayside Heights–that property Julian had originally given to Lillian. Her mother had later

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