StartNovelChapter 1411 Chapter 1411: Lucius, stung to the core by the mocking tone, felt his face flush with embarrassment. Enraged, he shot to his feet, an indignant fire burning in his eyes. He slammed his hand on the desk and spat, "Get out! Nathaniel Green, after all these years, you're still as vile as ever!" After delivering his words, Lucius pressed the inteon the table. Within moments, two rows of men, dressed in black, appeared in perfect formation in the reception room. Patrick and Cullen quickly moved into position, one taking the front and the other guarding Nathaniel from behind.
"Lucius, you're more revolting than ever!" Nathaniel spat, his voice dripping with disdain.
With those words hanging in the air, Nathaniel turned on his heel and marched toward the door, not once casting a glance behind him.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe truth was, before pushing Lucius to the edge, Nathaniel had received a message from Rhys: "Grandpa, you can leave now. I've already located Lee." If Nathaniel hadn't been so cautious about ruining things, he would have made Lucius feel more than just humiliated. He would have made Lucius pay dearly for his part in kidnapping Harlee.
Nathaniel's assessment was spot on. Lucius had only grown worse with time, more revolting than the man he had been decades ago. To think that Lucius had even used Harlee in his schemes.
Back then, Nathaniel had tried to intervene, to stop Nicola from taking such extrmeasures. Now, with regret, he saw that his attempt had been nothing more than a futile act of misguided kindness. The truth was clear now: staying far away from men like Lucius was the best thing for her happiness.
Harlee had only dozed off for a little while when she was awakened by a cacophony of crashing and banging sounds outside. It seemed someone was destroying the entire underground structure. Lucius? What on earth had gotten into him? LAF€$† ¢ ħАþt€яŞ ¡n Ġ@lnøvelşHarlee's lips pressed together in quiet concern. Was it something Nathaniel had said during their conversation that had sparked this? Just as she was pondering this, she heard the unmistakable sound of a lock being thrown open. Lucius appeared in the doorway, dragging a heavy hammer behind him. His face was like stone-cold, unyielding. The familiar warmth that had once been in his eyes was now replaced with a consuming rage, as if every trace of gentleness had evaporated. He marched in, barely sparing her a glance. Then, with a savage movement, he raised the hammer and brought it down on the delicate, intricately carved wooden table. The once-beautiful piece shattered under the force of his anger. He didn't stop there—he smashed everything in the room to pieces, splintering the furniture into nothingness. Only the bed beneath Harlee remained untouched, a silent witness to the chaos he was unleashing.
Harlee watched it all, her face expressionless, calm in the eye of the storm. There was no panic in her gaze-only quiet contemplation. She tried to make sense of his madness. It seemed Nathaniel had said something about Nicola. Whatever it was, it had torn apart Lucius' last shred of hope.
Looking at the wreckage around her, Harlee could see just how much effort Lucius had poured into creating this space for Nicola. It was a testament to his love for her—until that love had been shattered, along with everything else.
When the destruction was over, Lucius tossed the hammer aside like it was nothing and then stalked over to the only chair that had been spared. He sank into it, his eyes still burning with fury.
"Chere," Lucius demanded, his voice sharp.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Telleverything you know about Nicola. If you even think about lying or holding back, I'll—” He gestured toward her stomach with a menacing look.
"I'll tear you and that baby to pieces."
His voice was cold, but there was a tremor in it—a clear sign of the storm churning beneath his skin. Harlee's eyes narrowed. She didn't flinch.
"I have no strength right now. When will you givethe antidote?"
Her voice was low, the words coming out weakly. The truth was, she wasn't just physically drained. There was a ghawing discomfort crawling under her skin.
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