NovelEnglishChapter 229 Connor stood by the hospital bed, his eyes fixed on the middle-aged woman lying there, emotions swirling in his chest.
His phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw Ray's nflashing on the screen.
Stepping outside, he shut the door quietly behind him and answered the call in the hallway.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"What's up?" Ray's voice crackled with excitement. "Connor, have you heard about the chaos in Maple Grove? The Bryant family brought in Séraphine to heal their daughter, but they had the audacity to imprison her. Now, every major player is mobilizing. The Bryant family is toast!" Ray was practically bouncing off the walls; he'd never seen so many factions move in unison before. The Bryant family sure had guts messing with Séraphine.
"Hey, should we-" But Connor had already hung up, his heart pounding in his chest. He quickly dialed Moss, urgency seeping into his voice as he barked, "Back to Maple Grove!" Jordan rushed to the dungeon, only to find Flora and Crimson lounging on straw mats, looking completely unbothered.
The floor was littered with unconscious bodyguards. The remaining guards stood frozen, too terrified to move. Jordan's face darkened, his eyes narrowing with cold fury. Séraphine was even harder to control than he had anticipated. If he couldn't bend her to his will, he'd break her.
But first, he needed her to cure his daughters.
Jordan glared at Flora, his eyes sharp as daggers. "Séraphine, I broke my promise, and so did you. You meddled with my daughters' treatment." The girl crossed her arms and slowly lifted her eyelids, her expression unreadable.
"Let's make a deal. You cure my daughters, and I'll let you go." "Not interested." Flora stood up slowly, brushing off her clothes.
Not interested? His daughters' lives were hanging by a thread, and she just casually said she wasn't interested? "Séraphine, don't push your luck. I respect your remarkable skills and have been patient, but if my daughters suffer because of you, I will make you pay with your life!" "Bryant, if your daughters end up worse, it's your own damn fault!" Crimson snickered. “Make Séraphine pay? The whole Bryant family combined isn't even close to being enough!" "Arrogant brat!" Jordan's fury boiled over. He ordered a guard to fetch a whip, determined to teach Flora a lesson.
The whip cracked through the air, aiming straight at Flora. She sidestepped gracefully, dodging the lashes with ease.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBut the cell was cramped, leaving little room to maneuver. Several strikes cdangerously close to Crimson. Flora's eyes hardened. As the whip lashed out again, she caught it in mid-air! A red welt appeared on her hand.
With a fierce yank, she wrested the whip away and snapped it back, towards Jordan He couldn't timearson Hexcouldn't dodge in time, and the whip tore a bloody line across his face, Skin split open in an instant.
"Sir, we have a problem!" The butler rushed in, whispering urgently into Jordan's ear, "We got a call from Club 257K salon that FindNøvel." t website on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality. "What?" Jordan's heart skipped a beat.
Ignoring his wound, he hurried out of the dungeon, staring at his phone's incessant flashing. He took a deep at breath and answered. A gravelly voice rumbled from the other end. "Bryant, you've got snerve, messing with Club 257's people. Since when were Séraphine and Crimson affiliated with Club 257? Jordan's heart pounded in his chest.
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