Chapter 439 Trapped
Shaking her head, Lana sneered, “That’s all I wanted to say. I wish you a blissful marriage.”
Upon finishing her sentence, Lana gave Jennifer an earnest look before leaving.
Watching her silhouette disappear, a cold glint emerged in Tyrone’s eyes.
“You should go home. I’m tired,” Jennifer suggested to him.
Tyrone nodded and didn’t insist on staying.
Jennifer walked out of the mall dejectedly and looked up at the sky. All of a sudden, she felt a mysterious chill envelope her.
Back at Scarlet Swan Villa, Donald looked at Reina, who stuck to him like glue, and said, “I have to go now.”
Reina didn’t insist on him staying despite the reluctance in her eyes, for she knew that he had plenty on his plate now that he was back.
Meanwhile, at Pollerton University, Ysabel had clearly lost a lot of weight over the past year. Her mother, Beatrice, continued to lecture on campus.
At that moment, inside the basement storage room of their house, a man and a woman were lying on the ground, their faces pale. The woman, in particular, was coughing blood, a symptom of the grievous injury she had suffered.
They were Holton, one of the three Lords of the Terrandya Underground, and Yolanda.
When Silas decided to bury Arnaldo and Holton in Pollerton forever, Yolanda came to Holton’s rescue and escaped with him to Pollerton University where they hid.
“Holton, I’m done for.” Yolanda’s face had lost all color as she stared at Holton, her eyes brimming with affection. “Francesco almost blew up my heart with a single palm strike.”
Tears welled in Holton’s eyes. “You’ll be fine. I’m sure of it. We just have to hide for a while.”
But for how long? The men Francesco and Silas sent have already arrived at Pollerton University and are sniffing out our tracks. They will be on to us very soon!
Just when Holton was about to speak, Yolanda suddenly covered his mouth. “Someone’s coming.”
As both of them lay low, they slowed down their breath to the minimum.
After the door to the storage room opened with a creak, it was followed by a flashlight being turned on to illuminate the inside. All of a sudden, a loud shriek was heard. “Ah!”
Bam!
Yolanda had gathered what was left of her strength to spring forward and cover the mouth of the person who just entered before closing the door behind them.
“Girl, don’t be afraid. Please listen to what I have to say, all right?” Yolanda asked in a weak voice.
Ysabel nodded while staring at Holton and Yolanda in fear.
“Both of us are injured, and there are men out there trying to kill us. As long as you’re willing to help us out of this situation, I’ll pay you ten million as a reward,” Yolanda proposed, her condition deteriorating as fresh blood oozed out of her mouth.
Probably motivated by the handsome reward and sympathizing with the pitiful-looking Yolanda, Ysabel agreed to help them.
Upon obtaining Ysabel’s cooperation, Yolanda sighed in relief before collapsing to the ground and clutching her chest while desperately gasping for air.
Holton’s eyes reddened intensely. “Yolanda, how are you feeling?”
“Holton, please live well!” Yolanda’s voice weakened.
Ysabel, who was suddenly reminded of Donald, teared up as well. “Don’t worry. Just stay here while I prepare some food for you.”
As she was speaking, the heavy door was ripped open. With the help of the dim light, Ysabel could see twenty men standing outside the storage room. All of them were dressed sharply in black suits and were staring coldly in their direction.
Silas’ men!
Yolanda let out a wry laugh. “That’s quick!”
A towering man in a suit who measured two meters tall stood forward. With bulging muscles and tanned skin, he looked as if he was made of bronze.
He was none other than Brutus.
Before Francesco came to Pollerton, he was in charge of protecting Silas and was known for his impregnable body and Herculean strength.
