Submit to the Boss He Rules the Boardroom and the Bedroom novel Chapter 714

Chapter 714 She Must Die

"Ms. Mitchell, we've arrived home." The driver's respectful voice rang out.

Lucia vawned, opened her sleepy eyes, grabbed her bag, and got out of the car.

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The bodyguards at the gate bowed to her as usual, and she responded habitually. She continued her way forward,

suddenly stopped in her tracks, and suspiciously looked back. The bodyguards here had been recently replaced. These

people were personally trained by Flynt. Their clothes and aura were different from ordinary bodyguards.

The hierarchy in the organization dictated that they wore different clothes. Those stronger ones would have their faces.

covered so that they could easily blend in the crowd. She felt strange about the two bodyguards but could not exactly tell.

The driver exchanged looks with her, tensed up, and shook his head as a signal for her not to alert the enemies. Lucia gasped for air, tactfully looked around, and noticed something strange. Usually, the bodyguards and servants were

going back and forth, but the courtyard was desolate today. Only the chirp of the cicadas could be heard. The quietness

was eerie.

She stole a glance at the two bodyguards, suppressed her fear, and asked, "Has Turner come back?"

There was no response. Just as she was about to heave a sigh of relief, one of them suddenly said, "She went out without

telling us where she went."

Her heart gave a physical lurch. Turner rarely asked for leave or went out of the villa. She just made up a story to test

them. It showed that the villa was no longer safe.

She subconsciously took two steps back, looked warily at them, and said with feigned nonchalance, "Okay, she told me

that she was going to visit her sick granddaughter. It looks like I have to eat outside today."

She headed to the iron gate, but the two bodyguards raised their hands to stop her. "Madam, Turner has come back."

"So what? I'm the hostess of the house, remember?" she spat and continued her way forward. Two meters away, she

would be out of the villa.

The two bodyguards exchanged looks and said sternly, "Mr. Thomas asked us to tell you that he's waiting for you in the

study."

Lucia squeezed her handbag and took another look at the driver. It seemed that the two men didn't plan to let them get

out of the villa. The driver raised an eyebrow and slightly lifted his chin as a signal for her to watch the gate. She nodded lightly, looked at the two bodyguards, and said with feigned relaxation, "Mr. Thomas is back? He didn't tell

me."

With that, she pretended that she was heading to the house. Just then, a gust of wind came from behind her. Out of the

corner of her eye, she saw a dark brown figure whooshing past her to fight the two bodyguards.

"Ms. Mitchell, go!" The driver's voice rang out.

Losing no time, she rushed out of the gate and looked back with concern. The three men were all well-trained. Their

moves were quick and fierce. It was a life-or-death fight. Facing two men, the driver had to worry about her safety. After

they exchanged a few blows, he was bested. The two bodyguards saw that Lucia was trying to escape and decided to get

rid of the driver as soon as possible.

A cold glint flashed. Lucia's eyes rounded, and she strained her voice to shout, "No!"

"Ms. Mitchell, go!" Before his voice died away, the driver grunted as the garish blood gushed out of the wound in his

abdomen. His dark brown suit was stained.

She clenched her teeth, fought back the tears that were brimming in her eyes, and roared, "Let him go. I'll go with you." The two bodyguards flung the driver to the ground, gestured invitation, and said viciously, "Madam, this way please." Lucia slowly walked to the driver and looked at his wound. "Hang in there. You're gonna be fine."

She got up and adjusted her clothes. Her breath hitching in her throat, she pranced toward the house. Several men were

fiercely watching the crowd. The servants and cooks were herded into a narrow corner. The whimpers of women came

from time to time, and she was distressed.

She looked carefully at everyone in the crowd, relieved to find that Sophie and Paula were not among them. Probably, they hadn't thought that two people were living in the Vordan Pavilion. As long as Sophie was safe, she would figure out a way to contact Flynt. Lucia just needed to stall these people until Flynt's men arrived.

On the sofa in the center of the living room, Mark looked fixedly at her. Next to him, Ethan crossed his legs and lightly

shook them. Filled with complacency, his eyes fell on her.

"Mrs. Adams, you're gutsy and much more interesting than I imagined." With a smirk on his face, he cocked his brows

and looked at Mark, "It's a shame if we kill such a woman."