She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 638

Watching the security footage of Loyce fluidly rolling under the SUV and clinging to the chassis, the hair on the back of Corinne's neck stood up. "That is not how the daughter of the wealthiest family in the country moves. Who the hell is this woman?"

"Wealthiest family?" Dorian asked, frowning. "Who are you talking about? This chick?"

"She's the one who hitched a ride under the staff car and took the kid," Jennifer confirmed, her voice shaking.

Snapping back to reality, Corinne quickly explained. "She's the granddaughter of the Lonsdale family, the richest family in our country. And she has three utterly ruthless brothers backing her."

Dorian had definitely heard of the Lonsdales. "They have massive overseas operations. I've heard the name Forrest Lonsdale. The guy is a shark."

"This is his sister," Corinne said grimly. "I don't know why she's here, but one thing is certain—if she knows what happened here, we are all completely screwed."

"Why?" Sandro demanded. "Aren't you two friends? I thought you ran in the same circles."

"She's dating Lucian Shapiro," Corinne spat. "He's part of the conservative faction backing the President. My family is their political enemy. If she leaks this, my entire family goes down in flames. She's definitely doing this to help Lucian."

If it weren't for the desperate need to secure her grandmother's massive trust fund, Corinne never would have risked approaching Loyce in the first place.

The fact that Loyce was SaintHealer was no secret to her anymore.

"So you're saying she deliberately tracked you here to find dirt on you?" Dorian concluded.

Sandro interjected. "The Lonsdale family supplies microchips to my family's tech division. They're exclusive, top-of-the-line components."

Thanks to the rare minerals Loyce had secured for Forrest, the Lonsdale tech division was now manufacturing elite processors, attracting massive global buyers like Sandro's family. Offending a Lonsdale would destroy his family's supply chain—and that was the best-case scenario.

Seeing the hesitation spreading among the group, Corinne's eyes grew venomous. "My father pulled massive strings to get me the National Animal Conservation Ambassador title. If I get exposed, he goes down too, and the scandal with The Providence will blow up all over again."

She paused, her tone turning downright lethal. "We have to find her. Right now. We cannot let her leave this reserve alive, or we are all dead. Dealing with her is ten times more dangerous than the kid! She has to die!"

"She's playing the hero! She'll use her connections to leak everything, and by then, it'll be too late to regret not acting!"

"Find her! She's dragging a half-dead kid around, she couldn't have gone far!" Dorian leaped to his feet. He yanked a tactical shotgun out of a nearby display cabinet, his eyes wild and vicious. "We silence her before she sends a signal out!"

Jennifer was trembling violently, but the sheer paranoia and madness of the room swept her up. She pointed upstairs. "Check the storage rooms, the guest rooms, the basement... split up!"

"I'm hacking it remotely, it takes time!" Nightingale replied. "Wait! I've got two groups of armed men rapidly converging on the villa. They're going to collide on the perimeter."

Storm peered through his sniper scope. "One of those groups is Costa family elites. They take orders from the Boss's older brother. Hold on..."

A realization suddenly struck him. "These guys aren't here for Hank's girlfriend. They're here for the Boss! They knew Hank was coming here, and they tracked him!"

"What?" Nightingale asked. "They're here to protect the Boss?"

Looking through his scope, Storm watched the two groups crash into each other on the grassy plains. Gunfire erupted. Leading the charge on the ground was a man whose ruthless, aristocratic aura was unmistakable even from a distance.

Hank Lonsdale, the newly appointed head of the Costa family—a man who was supposed to be the strategic mastermind operating in the shadows—was personally leading the bloodbath in the open field.

"Yep," Storm muttered, awe bleeding into his voice. "He's fighting for his sister. Good to know the Boss has actual muscle now, and not just sewer rats like us."

"Do you mind using a better metaphor for us?" Nightingale complained.