Queen of Wild Cards novel Chapter 87

When Julius Blackwood watched the security footage sent by his bodyguard, he almost threw his phone at the ground.

Frederick Hawthorne was absolute garbage!

He took a deep breath to steady his emotions, then reached out to gently stroke Stella's sleeping face, his eyes filled with profound ache.

No wonder she was doing everything in her power to get her mother's ashes back. What Frederick had done was entirely inhuman.

No matter how much resentment there was, the woman was already dead. Why resort to such a degrading method to humiliate the deceased?

He couldn't even fathom the amount of abuse and injustice Stella had suffered in that house growing up.

Thank God her grandfather had taken her away, or she might not have survived to adulthood.

His poor girl. It was fine if she never went back to that house—he would protect her from now on.

It seemed he needed to make a personal trip to the Hawthorne Family to retrieve the urn for her. As for what Chloe confessed last night, it was better to keep Stella in the dark.

Given her explosive temper, if she found out the truth, she might actually murder her father!

He lay down, pressed a soft kiss to her cheek, moved her body pillow out of the way, and wrapped her arms around his waist. Holding her close, he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

The next day.

After work, Julius made a trip straight to the Hawthorne estate.

Frederick was overjoyed. Seeing as Chloe had come home very late the night before, he assumed she had successfully won Julius over. He hadn't had a chance to ask her about it before leaving for work that morning, and had been planning to interrogate her over dinner.

But now there was no need to ask. Julius showing up in person clearly meant he was here for Chloe.

He greeted him enthusiastically. "Julius! You're here. Have you eaten yet? We haven't had dinner, why don't you join us?"

Chloe, however, looked at him as if she had just seen a ghost. Clutching her face, she let out a piercing scream and bolted upstairs.

The bodyguard reached into the doghouse and pulled out a black box.

Miranda lunged to snatch it back, but the bodyguard was too large and agile for her to even get close.

Panicking, Frederick sputtered, "Julius, what do you want with that? It's just a useless old box. We used to keep dog food in it."

Julius stared at Frederick as if looking at a corpse. His voice was colder than ice. "Frederick, you truly deserve to die."

Without another word, he turned and left with the bodyguard, refusing to waste another breath on the man.

If it weren't for the fact that this man was Stella's biological father, he would have ended him right then and there!

Watching Julius walk away with Clara Todd's ashes, Frederick's mind raced. How did Julius know he had hidden the urn in the doghouse?

Chloe had met with Julius last night. She must have been the one who told him!