Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover novel Chapter 1962

Chapter 1962 Where Is My Son

“Let me tell you this. If you click on this earpiece, I promise that the Tilan family will disappear from the face of this earth!” spat Theo calmly as he stared at the woman, articulating every single word clearly.

Rosalie’s chest heaved. After hearing that, fury, hatred, and a murderous look appeared on her face. However, she still could not make herself press it.

“Disappear? Haha! You’ve got some nerve, huh? If the police is that capable, you wouldn’t have let the Tilan family dominate Southeast Astoria for so many years. Do you think that you can kill my father with just that? You’re too naive!”

Releasing the earpiece, she squatted there and scoffed coldly. Theo looked at her. “Why don’t we try it out? Let’s see if anything will happen to your father this time.”

After staring at him for a minute, Rosalie released her grip. She shoved him to the floor forcefully and stood up.

If someone had dared to speak to her like that in the past, she would have definitely scoffed in disdain and killed the person directly.

However, when she saw the calm look in his eyes, she suddenly lost her cool. For some reason, an indescribable feeling of anxiety gripped her heart. It happened when dawn first broke.

Rosalie had just dragged herself back to the room, feeling utterly exhausted. She bathed and was about to dry her hair.

All of a sudden, a whirring sound came from outside, as if the entire sky had been invaded by an unknown organism. The deafening noise caused the walls of Tilan Palace to tremble. What’s that?

She dashed out of her room. To her surprise, after she went out, she saw a dense mass of black dots in the sky rushing toward the island.

“Oh my God! What’s that? Someone, come right now!” Everyone was terrified and shocked. Standing at the corridor, Rosalie was utterly flabbergasted by the scene.

Upon a closer look, she could see clearly that those were fighter jets zooming toward them rapidly. Fighter jets! Not helicopters! Whoosh!

With a loud whoosh, the fighter jet at the front of the troop zoomed past the top of Tilan Palace, flying dangerously close to the surface.

While everyone underneath screamed in terror, it fired a small missile.

Boom!

A deafening boom sounded from Tilan Palace’s iconic penthouse, cutting across the morning sky.

It was horrifying.

Rosalie stared at it, dumbfounded. In the end, someone rushed over and dragged her away.

“Why are you still standing there, Ms. Rosalie? Do you want to be killed by them?”

It was Samson.