The Heiress He Underestimated novel Chapter 208

The Heiress He Underestimated

Chapter 208 Not Like This

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The consequences, the final, irreversible line he had crossed, slammed into him. He looked at the gun in his hand as if it were a snake, then dropped it. It clattered on the tile.

He took a step back, then another, his eyes darting from Drakonius on the floor to the door.

“He… he attacked me,” Kieran stammered, the words hollow and weak even to his own ears. “It was a self- defense.”

Elera didn’t even look up from Drakonius. Her voice, when it came, was low and deadly, filled with a quiet, absolute promise that cut through the panic in the room. “If he dies,” she said, not to Kieran, but to the universe, “I will dedicate the rest of my very, very long life to destroying you. Not your company or your stupid reputation but You. Piece by piece. And I won’t use business or lawyers. I will use everything I know. And I know how to make things disappear too.”

Kieran believed her. The blood drained from his face. He turned and ran, stumbling out of the lab, his footsteps echoing down the dark hallway.

Lin skidded to a stop beside them, a massive first–aid kit in his hands. “Ambulance is twelve minutes out. Frost is turning back. He’s calling in some team to the estate.”

“We don’t have twelve minutes!” Elera cried, her professional composure shattering. The blood was soaking through the pressure she was applying. Drakonius’s skin was clammy, his gaze starting to lose focus. “I need my surgical kit! In the residential wing! The black case! GO!”

Xan didn’t need to be told twice. He sprinted from the room.

“Keep pressure here,” Elera ordered Lin, guiding his large hands to replace hers on the wound. She ripped open Drakonius’s shirt, her eyes scanning, assessing. The entry wound was messy. The bullet hadn’t exited. It was inside, causing who knew what damage.

Drakonius’s hand fumbled, finding hers. His grip was weak. “The… the vault…” he rasped. “The combination… is your birthday… reversed…”

Tears blurred Elera’s vision. “Stop talking about the vault! I don’t care about the vault!”

“You… you have to care…” he insisted, each word a struggle. “You have… to finish it… Promise me.”

“I promise nothing unless you stay alive to watch me do it!” she sobbed, the tears finally falling, mixing with the sweat on her face. “Do you hear me? You do not get to leave me alone with a cure and no one to cure! That’s a terrible ending I didn’t plan ! Clara would edit it out for being too cliché!”

a bit of a smile touched his bloodless lips. “Always… arguing…”

Xan crashed back into the room, the heavy black surgical case in his arms. He dropped it beside her dub flipping the latches open.

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