The Abandoned Wife Dumped Him First (Victoria and Elias) novel Chapter 255

The security captain left.

Elias stood by the door and made a call. "Hawk," he said in a low voice, "go to the police station and bail that man out."

"Yes, Mr. Shawn."

Victoria, still standing in the corner, heard every word and understood exactly what he meant.

The Shawn Group was like a century-old tree. On the surface, it was lush and prosperous, holding an unshakeable position of power in the capital and even globally. But beneath the soil, its roots were a tangled, complex network, a place of dark, swirling currents. Countless eyes were fixed on the position of family head that Elias now held.

Elias had become the head of the family because Old Mr. Shawn had supported him against all opposition. But he had solidified his position in just two or three short years through his own skill and ruthless methods.

The public perception of Elias as cold, cruel, and tyrannical wasn't unfounded.

His ordering Hawk to bail the delusional man out of jail wasn't an act of mercy. On the contrary, what awaited that man was a living hell.

Victoria wasn't some innocent flower raised in a greenhouse. Or more accurately, while the young ladies of high society grew up with silver spoons, none of them were truly useless or naive enough to believe that a man who could stir up storms with a wave of his hand would be gentle and kind.

In fact, she wasn't that way herself.

So, even knowing the man would suffer terribly in Elias's hands, she felt not a flicker of pity. In some ways, Victoria and Elias were the same kind of person.

She wouldn't so much as blink if someone who had tried to hurt or kill her ended up on their knees, begging for mercy, half-dead.

"Meow~"

Dawn padded over to her feet and rubbed its head against her, pulling Victoria from her thoughts.

She pursed her lips and bent down to pick the cat up.

Dawn wrapped its front paws around her and licked her cheek a couple of times.

The living room lights were a soft, warm white, casting a gentle glow on him.

Perhaps it was because he was asleep, or maybe it was the soft lighting, but the usually formidable and unpredictable Elias looked a little less severe.

Victoria stared, lost in thought, until her legs grew numb from standing. She finally collected herself and walked into the bedroom.

A short while later, she came out with a blanket in her arms, walked over to the sofa, and went to cover him.

Suddenly, the man whose eyes had been closed snapped them open. His well-defined hand shot out and clamped around her wrist.

With a sharp tug, he pulled her down, imprisoning her in his arms.

His chin rested on the top of her head. He raised one leg, pinning hers. His voice was deep and heavy. "Don't move. Let me sleep for a while."