She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 814

Yale's breathing hitched. "I remember the case. It shocked the whole nation when the heir to the Lonsdale empire died in a car crash. But the police ruled it a traffic accident. What does that have to do with me? I really don't follow."

He stared intensely at X's specialized mask. "Why do you keep asking about this over and over again?"

"Stop talking! Stop talking!"

Joanna, limping on a sprained ankle, finally caught up. Her hair was a disheveled mess, and she was out of her mind with terror. She grabbed Baldwin's arm and wailed, "We have to leave! Baldwin! We have to go now!"

Seeing her manic state, Baldwin was caught completely off guard. He grabbed her arms. "What's wrong? Why are you panicking like this? Pull yourself together!"

"The live stream... they're live-streaming! A global broadcast!"

Joanna's voice pitched into a shrill, unrecognizable shriek. Her fingers dug viciously into Baldwin's arm as she trembled like a leaf in a hurricane. "My phone! It popped up on my phone! You... you're both on it! The whole world is watching!"

Her words detonated like a bomb in the dead silence of the cavern.

The blood instantly drained from Baldwin's face. His mind went entirely blank, leaving only a deafening ringing in his ears.

He rigidly scanned the cavern walls, noting the seemingly natural rock formations, the inconspicuous bumps in the corners, and the stalactites hanging from the ceiling.

A bone-deep chill shot up from the soles of his feet and flooded his entire body!

Baldwin turned to X, his voice trembling with sheer terror. "This... this is a joke, right?"

He would rather believe Joanna had lost her mind than accept that his treasonous groveling had just been broadcast to the entire world!

The moment Joanna screamed 'live stream,' Yale's pupils shrank to pinpricks. A torrent of utter dread and absolute, humiliated rage surged straight to his head!

No! This was never a negotiation! From the very beginning, this was a trap!

"A live broadcast?! How does this benefit you?! You had a massive fortune right in front of you! Why would you throw it away?! Can the government really give you a better deal?!" Yale's body shook violently with fury and fear. He simply couldn't comprehend why X would choose a mutually destructive tactic that exposed both sides.

Faced with his fury, X remained perfectly calm. She raised a hand. Long, pale fingers gripped the edge of the cold metal mask and slowly lifted it away from her face.

Baldwin collapsed to the floor, his mouth hanging wide open, unable to produce a single sound except for pathetic, wheezing gasps.

He had mocked her for relying on her family's wealth. He had thought Lucian was useless now that he was crippled. It turned out they were the actual clowns!

Loyce casually tossed the mask onto the metal table. The sharp clatter echoed loudly in the silent cavern.

"Surprised? But if it's me, X's actions make perfect sense now, don't they?" Her voice returned to its natural tone—cool, crisp, and laced with the icy satisfaction of impending vengeance, completely stripped of electronic distortion.

"You went to these lengths... for Lucian?" Yale knew he was entirely finished. Even with all his and Tanur's scheming, they never could have predicted X was actually Loyce. His face twisted. "The great arms dealer X is just a lovesick girl? You hid behind a mask all this time because you were afraid your men wouldn't respect a young woman, right? Because you were afraid of the malice coming at you from all sides? Exposing yourself like this... do you have any idea how many people will put a target on your back now?"

"I protect the man I choose. It's only right." Loyce had no idea her domineering declaration just won her countless fans across the globe. She gestured for her men to cut the feed. They had enough evidence for the treason. All that was left was her cold case.

"Did you really forget? Or did you just assume I'd never find out?" She walked over to another table covered in the array of torture devices Luna had brought. They were about to come in very handy.

"Yale Nash, we have a blood debt." Loyce's gaze grew murderous as she picked up a spiked club. "You murdered my parents. Are you going to confess, or do I make you?"