From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 375

Chapter 375 I Want Him Dead

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It had been years since she last saw him. Aella never thought Zach would return to the country.

He still looked handsome and stylish, the kind of spoiled rich boy who’d never worked a day in his life.

In the narrow hallway of the club, Aella spotted him walking toward her. Her heart sank, and she immediately turned to leave.

Zach let out a sharp, teasing whistle. His group of rowdy friends stepped forward and blocked her path.

A waiter nearby wanted to step in, but the manager stopped him. “Do you even know who that is? You got a death wish?”

Aella had nowhere left to run. She stared straight at Zach and said coldly, “Don’t forget how you lost that arm.”

Her words wiped the smirk right off his face.

His jaw tightened as he lifted his left arm, showing the fake limb beneath his sleeve. His eyes burned with hate. “Tyrone broke my arm because of you. But now you’re divorced. Let’s see who’s dumb enough to stand up for a divorcee like you.”

Right in front of everyone, Zach yanked Aella out of the bar.

Vivienne had just come down the stairs and froze when she saw it. After a second’s hesitation, she turned and ran back upstairs.

Across the street, Zach shoved Aella into the backseat of a luxury car. He pinned her down, clawing at her clothes like a man gone insane. “I lost my arm because of you!” he yelled. “So tonight, I’m collecting what you owe me!”

Aella fought back with all her strength.

Zach slapped her twice across the face. The blows made her head spin; her lip split open.

Just as she thought all was lost, a loud crash exploded outside. The car window shattered into pieces.

A bleeding hand reached in through the broken glass and unlocked the door. The next second, Zach was dragged out of the car.

“Aella!” Tyrone rushed to the backseat.

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Chapter 375 1 Want Him Dead

He removed his suit and wrapped it around her.

“I want him dead!”

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Aella’s voice shook with rage and fear when Tyrone carried her out.

“Then, we’ll kill him,” Tyrone said through clenched teeth.

His arms tightened around her trembling body as his chest heaved with fury.

Zach, panicking, broke free from the men holding him and bolted across the street.

A deafening bang was heard! A black Mercedes G–Class slammed straight into him. His body flew into the air before crashing onto the pavement. His fake arm rolled several feet away.

The car slowly came to a stop. The door opened, and Victor stepped out, cigarette between his lips, calm as ever.

“Mr. Vic!” Aella gasped.

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Aella adjusted her clothes. “Mom, let him in.”

Miriam tugged at Sayer’s sleeve as she left. When he refused to budge, she dragged him out by force.

Mason entered the room. Aella gestured toward the nearby chair. “It’s late. Why did you come all the way here?”

But Mason didn’t sit. He walked straight to her bedside, bent down, and looked closely at the red mark on her cheek.

He met her eyes and said quietly, “Zach’s dead.”

The glass slipped from Aella’s hand and shattered on the floor.

“I want him dead!”

“Then we’ll kill him.”

For a moment, her mind went blank. She remembered how, in her rage earlier, she’d said those words, and Tyrone seemed to promise to grant her wishes.

A chill ran down her spine. Her mind was in a turmoil.

She carefully looked at Mason and asked, “How did he die?”

Mason crouched beside her. “Zach was taken to the hospital,” he said slowly. “Not long after, Mr. Winter and Mr. Vic both went to visit him. They left together. About half an hour later, the hospital announced Zach’s death. Cardiac failure. Fail resuscitation.”

Aella lowered her eyes, hiding the panic and fear flickering beneath them.

She had made up her mind to never go back, but that didn’t mean she wanted something bad to happen to Tyrone.

Mason’s voice was soft and reassuring. “Even if your suspicions are right, I’ll handle it. You don’t need to worry too much. I got your back.”