NovelEnglishChapter 607 Weston was too old, that much was obvious. Travis was just a kid. Manley had been crippled years ago and barely left his house-his health had only gotten worse since. As for Hilda, she was a force to be reckoned with in the business world, but when it cto a situation like this, no one could say if she'd actually be of any help. After Raymond's warning, everyone finally gave up the idea. No one insisted on going any further.
Sherman turned to his men. "You two, get the boss's family out of here. Make sure they're safe. No exceptions." "Let's move." With that, Sherman led the rest of the group toward the abandoned building.
Meanwhile, Citrine was already downstairs with Talbot in tow.
Theo followed close behind, his face pale and tense. He saw Citrine about to pull the trigger and rushed to intervene. "Citrine Carmichael, let my dad go," he pleaded. "We'll let you walk away. Just let him go." Citrine let out a cold laugh. "Letgo? Do you really think your father would ever letwalk out of here alive? Don't be naïve." Of course, Theo knew his father's true nature. He found himself at a loss for words.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtCitrine pressed the barrel of her gun harder against Talbot's head and asked quietly, "You never intended to letwalk away today, did you?" Talbot suddenly burst out laughing. "You're right. I never planned on letting you live." "Not just you. None of the Carmichaels, not even Hilda. I wanted every last one of you dead." There was a wild glint in his eyes. "You probably haven't realized yet, have you? If I've got my timing right, they're all dead by now." Citrine didn't say a word. Her expression didn't change.
Talbot searched her face for ssign of heartbreak, pain, or even fear-but found nothing.
Thinking she didn't believe him, Talbot pressed on. "I gave the orders long ago. Today, no one walks out alive. My men followed them the moment you sent them away. Tell me, Citrine Carmichael, do you think they're lying in the dirt or sprawled in the hallway? You think anyone will even find their bodies?" He waited, eager to see her break-but Citrine's face remained unreadable, emotionless.
He began to wonder if she ever cared about the Carmichaels or Hilda at all.
Talbot's expression grew uglier by the second Just then, Citrine spoke up. "President Glenwood, why don't you guess-are your men lying in the dirt right now, or maybe sprawled out somewhere? Do you think anyone will find them?" Even Talbot, as composed as he tried to be, couldn't hide his shock at her words.
His face changed. "Citrine Carmichael, did you call the police?" "No," Citrine replied honestly.
She hadn't called the cops. She'd simply reached out to sold contacts from the Vermillion Vanguard people who didn't take kindly to criminals, especially not when Talbot had conspired with foreign mercenaries. This whole mess threatened national security, so it was only right the military stepped in.
Citrine gave a small smile. "Talbot, you're surrounded now. You're not getting out of here today." "What are you talking about?" Talbot's eyes grew wide with disbelief.
Citrine enunciated every word. "The Vermillion Vanguard has you surrounded.
Today is the day you die." Talbot went white as a sheet.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"You're insane! Aren't you afraid I'll order my men to shoot you? Or are you tellingyou've been planning to die withfrom the start?" His voice grew heavier with each word.
For all his calculations, Talbot had never expected she'd be this m reckless-this ready to go down with him from the very beginning. Citrine said nothing, just curled her lips into a slight, mocking smile.
A split second later, the camouflaged men around them dropped to the ground, one after another.
Talbot stared, stunned, at the building behind them, his face twisting in disbelief.
"You think you're worthy of dying with me?" Citrine's voice was calm and ne's voice cold as she studied his expression. Talbot hadn't foreseen this outcome. Grinding his teeth, he spat, "Citrine Carmichael, you're young, but you're far more cunning than I gave you credit for." "Thanks for the compliment," Citrine replied, grinning instead of getting angry.
Talbot's eyes darkened. He reached for the explosive hidden in his coat, a new plan beginning to form in his mind.
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