NovelXXXChapter 600 "Yes, sir." At the order, the soldier in camouflage readied his rifle and crept slowly toward the corner.
It was a dead end-nowhere left to run. Hilda reached into her pocket and drew out a knife, gripping it tightly in her palm.
The footsteps drew nearer. Determined, Hilda sprang from her hiding spot, thrusting the blade toward the soldier's chest.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe'd picked up a little self-defense over the years, but this man-one of Mirage Cay's elite, trained to the bone- was in a different league. He knocked the knife from her hand before she could blink. With barely any effort, he pinned her arms and pressed the muzzle of his rifle against her back, shoving her up the stairs to the rooftop. The moment Hilda appeared, Citrine's eyes widened in shock. She quickly masked her reaction, forcing her emotions down and showing nothing on her face.
Talbot, on the other hand, looked genuinely surprised. His lips curled into a mocking smile.
"Well, President Saunders, shouldn't you be enjoying your corner office? What brings you here?" Hilda ignored him. Her gaze fell on Citrine-she looked her up and down, searching for injuries. Only when she saw Citrine was unharmed did her shoulders loosen.
She turned to Talbot, scoffing. "Let her go, Talbot. I'll help you get out of the country." Talbot's grin widened. This was getting more interesting by the minute-one after another, all of them so protective of Citrine. What spell had she cast on them? But he no longer cared about escaping. His eyes narrowed, voice sharp. "President Saunders, what exactly is your relationship with Citrine Carmichael?" The answer hovered in the air. Talbot barely waited a second before continuing, "She's your long-lost daughter, isn't she?" Hilda didn't answer, but her expression said enough.
Talbot burst out laughing. "Well, isn't that something! She really is your daughter." "No wonder-like mother, like daughter. You've both been a thorn in my side for years," he sneered. Hilda had been his adversary since the early days, never missing chance to put him in his place. Now, her daughter was proving just as infuriating.
"Tie her up," he ordered the camouflaged soldier behind Hilda.
In the boardroom, Hilda's word was law; no one dared cross her. But now, faced with humiliation, her anger boiled over. "You bastard! Don't you dare touch me!" The soldier said nothing, pushing the gun against her temple.
Talbot's voice was icy. "Make one more sound and you're dead." Hilda fell silent, powerless as the soldier bound her hands and feet.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmTalbot surveyed the lineup of captives, a satisfied smile curling on his lips. "Perfect. The family reunion is complete." He turned to Citrine, and without warning, forced a gun into her hands.
Leaning in close, he whispered in her ear, "Citrine, do you remember what happened on Mirage Cay?" He didn't wait for an answer. "Do you remember what it felt like to be torn apart by those dogs? How those people lost their minds and tore each other to pieces? Blood everywhere, bones floating in the puddles the next morning."
"You suffered there-night after night of beatings, torture. You almost died more times than you can count. And e while you bled and cried, your parents were living up, wining and dining without a care in the world. Tell me, don't your them? Don't you feel the injustice, deep in your bones?" Talbot's voice was a dark, poisonous wind. "If only they'd found you in
sooner, you wouldn't have suffered like that. They're the reason for everything that happened to om you. You were just a child-eleven twelve at most. You should have been the brightest jewel of both the Carmichaels and the Saunders. Instead, you beca pawn for the Glenwood family's greed."
He tightened his grip on Citrine's hand, guiding the gun's barce until it pointed at Raymond. "Go on," Talbot urged, voice low and insidious. "Kill them."
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