Chapter 1039:
The bodyguards still moved closer toward Allison. Brookâs authority was absolute, and surely Kellan would not cross the line of bloodshed â not against his own father.
âMiss Clarke, Mr. Lloyd,â one of the bodyguards began, attempting reason. âIt would be wiser to cooperate. Otherwise, we cannot promise you will leave unscathed.â
With that, they advanced, each step more deliberate than the last, their eyes fixed on the necklace.
Brookâs voice carried over their heads, laced with disdain. âRestrain them, but do not hurt them too badly. Thereâs no need for drama.â He still believed Kellan was the same.
Brook had once controlled everything, including the people in his life. Allison, in his eyes, was just a woman â a variable too insignificant to factor in.
However, what happened next shattered his assumptions.
âHow considerate of you, Mr. Lloyd,â Allison said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. âBut Kellan and I arenât as merciful as you.â
Allison moved with unflinching resolve.
Anyone who dared to lay a hand on her found their wrists shattered in an instant.
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The house echoed with cries of agony, each scream cutting through the air like a blade.
When a braver â or perhaps more foolish â man tried to strike her stomach with his knee, Kellan intervened, gripping the manâs throat in a vice-like hold.
âI warned you once. Touch her, and Iâll snap your neck. Looks like something is wrong with your ears.â
In the blink of an eye, the manâs neck twisted unnaturally, a sickening crack silencing him forever.
The entire room fell into an eerie stillness.
Even Nova recoiled in fear.
Those two⦠they were monsters wrapped in human skin!
Allison and Kellan did not hesitate to kill, their movements precise and efficient, leaving no doubt they were trained to perfection.
âSomeone⦠someone is dead,â Nova whispered, her voice trembling as she instinctively stepped backward.
Yet within the Lloyd household, no one dared to utter a word about such atrocities. Brookâs face turned stormy as he bellowed, âEnough! All of you, stop this madness!â
Taking a deep breath, he barked orders for the body to be disposed of and for the incapacitated bodyguards to be removed from sight. The metallic stench of blood seeped into the walls of the house, cloaking it like an ominous veil.
Barton, trembling uncontrollably, dropped to his knees, keeping his gaze firmly on the floor.
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