The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 1894

Curtis' cruelty to Jemima alone was enough to make Antoine want to erase him from existence.

At the side, Wolf seemed to sense Antoine's thoughts and assured him, "There's no need to rush, Mr. Antoine. We'll strike him the hardest when he's at his peak and send him crashing to the gates of hell."

Antoine chuckled and caressed Wolf's face. "So be it. When I look at you, I see my younger self. I'm not talking about the same personalities, but in every way that matters."

Gordon once spoke of Antoine in just those terms—always upright, and never letting justice slide. Few could resist the temptation of power and authority, but the ones who did were anything but ordinary.

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Meanwhile, Freddie was on the way back to the Wendell Corporation when the chauffeur suddenly braked. Looking up, Freddie found a large truck parked just ahead. Moreover, the road they took was rather desolate, with no other vehicles in sight.

The chauffeur honked at the truck a few times, yet it didn't budge. Seeing that, he unbuckled his seatbelt and stepped out of the car, leaving Freddie waiting alone inside.

Upon reaching the truck, the chauffeur found someone sitting behind the wheel and berated, "Hey, move it! You're blocking the road!"

The truck driver glanced at the SUV in the back and quickly apologized, "Oh, sorry! I'll move it right away."

At that moment, the SUV door creaked open as Freddie was about to rest. His eyes flicked open because of the sound, but before he could react, a cloth was pressed firmly on his face. Within seconds, he was out cold.

The perpetrator swiftly dragged the unconscious Freddie out of the car. He steered clear of the chauffeur's view and propped Freddie against the truck.

Unaware of the abduction, the chauffeur made his way back to the SUV as the truck finally started moving. At that very same moment, the perpetrator quickly dragged Freddie into his own vehicle and waited silently by the truck.

When the chauffeur returned, he realized Freddie was gone. He searched around the vehicle, but there was no sign of Freddie anywhere. He tried calling Freddie's phone, only to be met with a dead line—the phone had been powered off.

The chauffeur was bewildered. He had only stepped away for a moment, and now Freddie was gone. Even more unsettling was that there wasn't a single person or vehicle anywhere in sight.

At that thought, the chauffeur reached for his phone to call the police. But before he could make the call, a hand shot out and struck the back of his neck. The chauffeur crumpled to the ground, unconscious, and the perpetrator dragged him away just as he had with Freddie.

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On the other hand, Curtis had just returned to his office after a meeting. Just then, his phone buzzed. Glancing at the caller ID, he pressed the button to answer it.

A deep voice spoke from the other end. "Transfer the rest of the money. He's at an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts."

"Excellent. I'll send the money over now," Curtis replied before hanging up. After arranging the payment to be made, he hurried to the location.

Anxiety quickened his speed, and within less than an hour, he pulled up in front of the abandoned warehouse. Curtis stepped out of the car and walked ahead, spotting a figure tied up in the middle of the warehouse. Upon closer look, he found it was none other than Freddie.

As Freddie slowly regained consciousness, the first thing he saw was Curtis looming over him. He gave his head a weak shake and growled, "What's this all about? Are you trying to silence me?"

Curtis laughed at his question. "Oh, I wouldn't go that far. I just want to know where you've hidden the video."

Hearing his intention, Freddie met his gaze steadily. "You want the video? But how else am I supposed to blackmail you if I give it up?"

Curtis' gaze darkened as he stepped closer. "And how many times have you and your cousin used that video to threaten me? Every time, you promise it's the last, yet it never ends.

"Honestly, I've always wanted to dispose of you two. You wouldn't have lasted this long if not for that video. This is your last chance—speak, or else."

Yet, Freddie stubbornly shook his head. "Even if you kill me, I won't say a word."

Curtis let out a harsh, angry laugh. "Fine. I won't kill you, but I'll make you wish I had. You'll rot in a dungeon forever, cut off from everything and everyone. That's the cruelest fate you'll have.

"And as for your company, it's finished. I'm sure your foreign investors have caught wind of your foolishness and are eager to make you pay for it."

The taunts hit their mark, and Freddie seethed in anger. He glared at Curtis and threatened, "It doesn't matter—they can't touch me in Havenia. But if you so much as lay a finger on me, I promise you'll be headline news by morning."

Curtis merely chuckled in response. "I don't think so. I've got you right now, and your cousin Lorcan is in Antoine's hands. I suppose the video is locked away somewhere only you two can access. Let me guess—you wouldn't have kept it at home, so it's probably in your office safe."

After Curtis said that, he turned to observe Freddie. As he expected, Freddie's face twitched at the mention of the safe.

With the crucial information in hand, Curtis gagged Freddie and dragged him into the car trunk. Although it was a hassle to get rid of both Freddie and Lorcan, they would no longer be threats once he got the evidence. After all, accusations without proof were just empty words.

Just as Curtis placed Freddie into the trunk, he heard a familiar voice calling his name. Horrified, he spun around but saw no one. It appeared the voice belonged to no other than Jemima, the wife he had murdered.

As fear gripped him, Curtis quickly slammed the trunk shut and jumped into the car, speeding away.

Once the car was out of sight, Wolf silently stepped out of the bushes. He couldn't help but giggle at Curtis' panicked retreat.

Curtis' terrified reaction betrayed his guilt. If he had really loved Jemima, he wouldn't have been frightened by her voice.

At that point, Jemima stood broken. Though she had learned the truth from Lorcan, she still wished to see it for herself. After pleading with Wolf, he finally brought her here to face Curtis.

"That monster… He's exactly as Lorcan said. I was hoping that it was all a lie, that it was a desperate excuse from Lorcan to save himself. But now, all I see is the bitter truth," Jemima growled.

Stretching his back, Wolf asked, "Now that you know the truth, what are you going to do?"

"I want him dead by my hands," Jemima said, her cold fury pulsing through the emerald pendant.

However, Wolf pointed out, "If that were truly your intention, you would've done it just now. But you didn't. You couldn't bring yourself to kill him."

His blunt words cut through the last shred of emotional shield Jemima had left, and she started sobbing. "I really wanted to kill him, sir, but I couldn't. He's my husband and the father of my child. I've always thought my death had been an accident."

Wolf shook his head in rejection. "No, killing isn't justice. It's only a fleeting release of pain and rage. Even though you're currently in spiritual form, retribution will still follow."

Jemima drew in a deep breath, steadying herself. "Is there another way, sir?"

"The boss will take care of the bad guys. Let's be patient for now. When the boss arrives, he'll suffer a fate far worse than death," Wolf affirmed, crossing his arms. He then turned to leave the scene, like a ghost that had never been there at all.

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