He Cheated I Rose Making Him Regret Everything (Chloe and Arthur) novel Chapter 492

Chapter 492 A Mother’s Fury

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“Jennifer made it clear. She only wants me there.” Chloe’s voice was flat, final. She was already moving. “Myers Group still needs you.”

Before Arthur could respond, she’d picked up her pace and was gone.

Arthur stood frozen for a moment. Once her words sank in, he moved to go after her–but Charles stopped him.

“Stay put.”

Arthur halted, turning back. “Grandfather, this whole thing is because of me. I can’t just stand here. If someone’s going to die over this, let it be me.”

“That’s not your decision to make.” Charles gestured for Greg to wheel him out. “Put everyone we have or this. I want Chloe and Robert protected. As for Jennifer…” His voice hardened. “If she won’t play nice, we’r done being polite. If she lays a finger on Robert, I’ll put a bullet in her myself.”

Arthur stood there a moment longer, watching the fury in his grandfather’s expression, then quickly followed him out:

Chloe drove toward the location Jennifer had given her.

The car ate up the miles, and with each one, her eyes turned colder.

For a moment, it was as if the woman they used to call Clo had resurfaced–the one drenched in blood, who killed without hesitation, the strongest fighter to ever crawl out of a pile of bodies.

Thinking about who she’d been before, something burned behind Chloe’s eyes. She’d worked so hard to hold back, to blend in, to live quietly like any ordinary person.

But reality had other plans. Some people just couldn’t stop dancing on the edge of a blade. Fine. If that’s how they wanted it, she was done being polite.

One hand on the wheel, she used the other to dial Eugene.

He picked up quickly.

“I’m going to be tied up with something. Dinner might have to wait a bit,” she said evenly.

“Take your time. I’ll be here.” His voice came through steady, grounding.

She acknowledged softly, not saying much more. “Eugene, I’m going to hang up now, okay?”

“Okay.”

She ended the call and tossed her phone onto the passenger seat. Reaching over, she pulled open the glave compartment. Inside, a black handgun sat waiting.

Chloe’s gaze darkened. It had been a long, long time since she’d last touched something like this.

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Chapter 492 A Mother’s Fury

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The room was pitch black. Not a single light on.

Robert’s hands were bound. Tape covered his mouth.

In the darkness, he had no idea where he was. All he knew was that a draft cut through the space, and it w cold.

“Clang.” The wooden door swung open. Footsteps. Someone was here.

The lights flicked on. Bright, blinding. Robert squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for them to adjust.

“Well, well. You little brat. Too bad–today you’re mine. And you’re done.”

At the voice, Robert opened his eyes and looked at the woman standing there.

Jennifer was dressed all in black–black top, black pants–like something crawled out of the dark. Her eye were wild as they fixed on him, like she might turn feral and tear into him at any second.

Robert showed no fear. He gave her a slow once–over, something like disdain flickering in his gaze, then looked away. Refused to even acknowledge her.

“Got some nerve, don’t you, you little bastard. Too bad you’re dying by my hand today.” Jennifer stepped forward and, without hesitation, slapped him hard across the face.

The force sent his small body stumbling sideways.

Not satisfied, she grabbed him, yanked him back up. Ripped the tape off his mouth and leaned in, eyes blazing. “You’re nothing but a fatherless brat! What makes you think you deserve everything you’ve got? Huh? Tell me!”

Robert looked at her–her wild eyes, her twisted face–and let out a quiet laugh. “Fatherless or not, I can still take you down. Doesn’t seem like you’re doing so well yourself.”

“You-” Her eyes went nearly crimson with rage as she stared at him. Then, slowly, a cold laugh escaped her. “Think you’re so smart? You still fell for it. Walked right into my trap.”

As she spoke, Jenarth appeared in the doorway.

He stood there in his neat little suit, a smudge of dust on his forehead–left over from when he’d lured Robert away from the school.

Robert glanced at him. His smile didn’t waver. “I wanted to draw you out. And look–here you are. Right on time.”

“You’ve got some nerve laughing, you little bastard!” Jennifer snarled. “Your mother’s on her way. Today, I’m taking you both out. You and that bitch mother of yours–straight to hell.” In one swift motion, she pulled a knife from behind her back and pressed the blade against Robert’s throat