The Heiress He Underestimated novel Chapter 200

Chapter 200 Burning The Roots

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Xan slumped back in his chair, running a hand over his face. He looked drained, but there was a light in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. He’d helped. He’d been useful. For the first time in years, he’d been on the right side of something.

Drakonius was watching Elera and her aunt, a softness in his gaze. Then his eyes met Frost’s. The two men gave each other a nod. Professional respect. A job well done.

“We should head straight to the Montana property,” Frost said, breaking the quiet celebration. “Get Margaret settled and under permanent guard. Kieran will be furious when he realizes she’s gone.”

Elera nodded, still holding her aunt’s hand. “Yes. Straight there.” She looked at Margaret. “We have a lovely place in the mountains. You can rest. You’ll be safe.”

Margaret smiled, a fragile but real thing. “Anywhere but that horrid room. He just talked and talked. About his plans, about how he was going to finally win. It was… sad, really.”

Something about the way she said it made Elera’s skin prickle. “What did he say, exactly?”

“Oh, just more of his nonsense. How he was going to control you, how this was the final move. He kept checking his phone, smiling at it. Like he was waiting for good news.” She shook her head. “The only thing he seemed really… excited about was that he wouldn’t have to wait for the money transfers. He said something about ‘going to the source‘ and ‘burning the roots.’ I thought he was just being dramatic.”

Elera’s blood, so warm with relief, turned to ice in her veins.

Going to the source. Burning the roots.

She looked at Drakonius. His face had gone pale, the softness replaced by dawning horror. They were thinking the same thing.

The money. The documents. The press conference. It was all a giant, glittering distraction.

“He knew,” Elera whispered, the words tasting like ash. “He knew we wouldn’t pay. He knew we’d come for her.”

“It was a feint,” Drakonius said, his voice rough. “He pulled our eyes here. To the factory. To the rescue.”

Xan stood up, his chair scraping. “He wanted us focused on this. All of us. Frost, the team, you, me. He wanted the cliff house empty.”

Empty.

The word hung in the air, a death sentence.

Elera’s lab. The Chimera Protocol. The primary research. The only copies of the stabilized gene sequences. The synthesized enzymes that were keeping Drakonius alive. All of it. In the one place they thought was an impenetrable fortress.

But a fortress is only impenetrable if someone is there to defend it.

They had left it. They had taken everyone–Frost, his best men, Elera, Drakonius, even Clara and Xan.

13:05 Thu, Apr 16 MO

Chapter 200 Buming The Roots

They’d left Simon and a skeleton staff. Against Kieran Nethys, who was not just angry, but desperate, and now, apparently, thinking clearly.

“Lin!” Drakonius barked, his voice cutting through the van. “Turn the van around! Now! Maximum speed! Get us home!”

The driver didn’t question. The van swerved, tires squealing, executing a sharp U–turn that threw them all against the walls. The celebration was over, dead and buried.

“Frost, call the house,” Elera ordered, her voice shaking. “Get Simon. Now.”

Frost already had his satellite phone out, dialing. They all listened, the van filled with nothing but the roar of the engine and the frantic beating of their own hearts.

The phone rang. And rang. And rang.

No answer.

Frost tried again. And again.

Nothing.

He tried the landline. The security desk. The kitchen. Every extension.

Silence.

The cliff house, their sanctuary, had gone dark.

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