She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 816

Yale could hardly believe his ears. Sheer ecstasy instantly washed away his prior desperation!

Lucian! The ruthless, iron-willed commander he feared and understood most... had actually softened?!

Baldwin and Joanna were stunned as well, a rush of relief washing over them like they had just survived an apocalypse.

"Give Loyce the answers she wants."

Yale finally confessed the truth of what happened back then.

Twenty years ago, the heir to the Lonsdale family was close friends with Ansel Lawton, a key intelligence chief. When Ansel died from a supposed accidental viral infection, his father found evidence in his belongings suggesting foul play.

Loyce's mother, a medical researcher, realized Ansel's suspicious death involved foreign syndicates. During her private investigation, she zeroed in on Yale Nash. However, Yale was meticulous and quickly caught wind of their snooping.

He hadn't planned on killing them. If they had just backed off, played the role of oblivious billionaires, and stayed out of national security affairs, they would have lived. Unfortunately, the couple were fiercely righteous patriots. Knowing Yale would become a massive threat if allowed to take root, they submitted their suspicions and partial evidence to the higher-ups. But the official they handed it to was working with Yale. The evidence was intercepted, and the couple was killed in a staged car accident during a family trip.

And the ones who orchestrated the hit were none other than Alicia Seabrook and her husband from the Lonsdale extended family.

The pieces of the past finally locked into place.

Yale looked at Loyce. "I am sorry about your parents. But I was genuinely backed into a corner back then."

Loyce closed her eyes. "You deserve to be sliced into a thousand pieces."

"Loyce, let the past stay in the past."

Lucian grabbed her arm. "He's strapped with explosives. If you die here, what happens to your grandfather and Forrest?"

Loyce raised her eyes. Pure rage and indignation flared in her amber irises.

Ultimately, she jerked her head away. The spiked club hit the floor with a loud clang. She didn't say a word, but her rigid silence painted the perfect picture of forced compromise.

To Yale, this was a flawless script!

Lucian pressured her using their history, and no matter how much she hated him, she had to submit to her lover's decision!

Just as he thought—women were too emotional!

Who cared about X or vengeance? In the face of "love" and a man's authority, it was all bullshit!

Loyce turned her back, her voice slightly hoarse. "You handle the rest."

"You can take Luna and go. But them," Lucian shot a glacial look at Baldwin and Joanna. "They stay."

The color instantly drained from the Shapiros' faces.

Yale didn't hesitate for a second. "Deal!"

Loyce let out a soft hmph, her gaze drifting toward the dark tunnel Yale had escaped through. Her eyes turned exceptionally dark. "Let him enjoy his high for a little longer. Believing he’s escaped death and won a new life... giving him that hope is the best prelude to his punishment."

She glanced at a discreet indicator light on her "watch." It had turned from red to green.

"Hugo and the team should be just about done," Lucian noted.

"Yeah," Loyce nodded, her tone flat and emotionless. "This generation of chips has never been fully field-tested. The neural load it demands is incredibly high, but in the brain of an idiot whose only talent is partying, it should achieve a delicate balance."

Lucian checked the time. "If everything goes to plan, he'll arrive at Ares headquarters by tomorrow afternoon."

A slight smirk curved Loyce's lips. "Then we'd better get moving. I wouldn't want to miss the show."

It wasn't until he stepped onto the jet and flew out of the nation's airspace that Yale finally breathed the air of freedom.

Holding a glass of fine red wine, he burst into maniacal laughter. He even re-enacted his performance in the mine for the flight attendants. "It was all for my wife! I never would have done it otherwise! I was forced! Hahahaha! I just love money! I just love money, you idiots!"

The traditionally stern and stoic Mr. Nash finally tore off his mask, revealing the absolute monster underneath.

He thought he was about to enjoy the life of a billionaire, surrounded by endless wealth and gorgeous women.

In the shadows of the cabin, the unconscious Luna slowly opened her eyes.

Awake, she stared unblinkingly at the side of Yale's face... and the handgun he had casually left on the table.