Chapter: 635
As he spoke, Zayden reached out to pat him on the shoulder, but Theodore sidestepped the gesture without hesitation.
“Did you start that fire at the manor?” Theodore cut in, clearly uninterested in small talk.
“What? I’m innocent!” Zayden declared, hands thrown up in mock surrender, a chuckle escaping his lips. “You can’t go around
making false accusations against your brother like this. We both swore an oath before our grandfather, promising to avoid
infighting. The one who breaks that vow loses his claim to the Fredrick inheritance. I’m not foolish enough to ruin my own future.”
“T’ve got no time for your antics, worthwhile to say, step aside.”
Theodore retorted. “If you’ve got nothing
He was keen to find Ariana as quickly as possible. Any interference from Zayden was a nuisance he could do without.
“Wow, short memory, huh?” Zayden shook his head, amusement in his smile, lowering his hands. He stepped closer to
Theodore, whispering, “Didn’t I just mention? My visit to Eleymond was to meet my sister-in-law.”
Suddenly, a wave of unease crashed over Theodore. Realization struck him and anger surged, hot and fast. Before he knew it,
his hands had latched onto Zayden’s collar, his forehead pulsating with veins.
“Don’t you dare touch her!” ©
“Why shouldn’t I?” Zayden’s laugh held an edge of malice. His smile stayed, yet his eyes were devoid of amusement.
He lazily noted, “I did promise our grandfather to not harm our own people. But Ariana, she’s an Anderson. She has never even
graced our home with her presence.
She’s not one of us.”
His smile broadened, taking pleasure in Theodore’s visible anger. “My boys tracked her down to the ruins. I chose a man to
follow her. He’s got some steam to let off.
I’m sure he’ll entertain her well. Do you appreciate my gift?”
His laughter erupted again, only to be cut short when Theodore slammed him onto the car hood. Zayden started coughing
violently from the shock.
With one hand pressing Zayden down, Theodore’s other hand surprisingly held a gun.
The bodyguards froze when they noticed, their own weapons already trained on Theodore.
Zayden could only whimper, his throat constricted around the gun barrel. The tableau held, nobody moved, nobody dared.
Theodore’s eyes bore into Zayden’s. “Speak again, and I’ll add another bullet hole to your body.”
At the same time, amidst the ruins of the fire, a group of men were hammering away at a door, trying to break it down.
Inside, Ariana braced herself against the door, breath coming in labored gasps as she fought to keep the barrier shut.
Just five minutes earlier, she had sensed trouble. She had quickly dimmed her phone and hidden in the shadows. When a man
approached, she sprang, using her crutch as an impromptu weapon.