Chapter 757 Let Go of My Wife
Jotham had been discussing matters with the Alliance Leader. After the discussion was over, the Alliance Leader had wanted to keep him for a drink. However, thinking that Regan was still in the back garden, Jotham declined his invitation.
Upon leaving the hall, Jotham hurried to the back garden to find Regan. Along the way, he encountered the attendant who should be accompanying her. Learning that Regan was alone in the back garden, Jotham began to feel uneasy.
Jotham immediately rushed to the back garden with his men, only to catch a glimpse of a familiar figure getting into a car. The car swiftly departed, prompting Jotham to instruct his men to prepare a vehicle urgently. He then leaped into the car.
The car quickly set off, closely following the black vehicle ahead. Concerned, Jothamâs subordinate tried to reassure him. âMr. Johnson, please donât worry. I donât think Ms. Regan is being abducted. Perhaps she had to leave for something urgent. Why not try calling her?â
Although they could not stop Regan, they all saw that she had willingly entered the car, not being forced by anyone.
Despite the reassurance, Jothamâs stern expression remained unchanged. However, he heeded the advice and dialed Reganâs number.
At that moment, Regan was sitting in a car driven by Catherine, looking conflicted. Her phone rang repeatedly, but she was unsure whether to answer.
With a cold expression, Catherine glanced at Regan through the rearview mirror, observing her inner turmoil. Understanding Reganâs emotions, she offered a reasonable suggestion. âIf you want to answer, then answer. You have to clarify things, donât you?â
Regan fell silent for a few seconds and then brought the phone to her ear. Jotham, donât worry. Iâm fine.â
It was unclear what Jotham said on the other end, but Regan looked at Catherine before awkwardly responding, âIâm just going to see an old friend. Iâll be back soon.â Without waiting for a reply, Regan hung up the phone.
Jothamâs face was terrifyingly grim when he faced the disconnected call, the veins in his neck bulging.
This was Florona. Not just anyone could come here. He had been with Regan here for so many years, living in peace, with no contact with the outside world. âHow could Regan possibly have an old friend?â he murmured inwardly. âCould it be thatâ¦â
The thought flashed a hint of murderous intent in Jothamâs scheming eyes. If it were indeed someone from the Duncans coming to take Regan away, he wouldnât let a single one of them get away.
Jotham attempted to contact Regan again, but she had shut off her phone. Unable to accept this outcome, Jotham was consumed by fury. âRegan is mine, âhe exclaimed in his mind. âNo one can take her away from me!â
Anger shattered Jothamâs rationality, leaving only vengeance in his mind. He dialed the Alliance Leaderâs number, a cruel smile creeping onto his lips. â What does it matter if the Duncans are powerful?â he thought. âThis is Florona. Once they come here, they will never be able to leave.â
Jotham ordered the driver to speed up, guessing that they must be on their way to the pier at this moment. There was only one pier on the island, so it wouldnât be difficult to intercept them.
Catherine was indeed driving towards the pier. If she wanted to take Regan away at the fastest speed, she had to make use of the pier. The cliff was too dangerous. She could endure it, but a socialite like Regan definitely couldnât.
Catherineâs car was speeding along, turning a journey of over half an hour into a mere ten-minute one. Amos had long been prepared with a small boat at the pier, waiting for her.
After parking the car, Catherine pulled Regan out of it.
Regan stopped in her tracks, carefully examining Catherine. âWhat do you want?â
Catherine looked at her, expressionless. She didnât try to please Regan just because Regan was Brandenâs mother. âWhat do I want? Come with me to meet Branden. The rest is up to you. If you want to go back, Iâll take you back.â
âJust to meet him once?â Regan confirmed again.
Catherine nodded without hesitation. â He just wants to see if youâre really dead. As for your choice, he wonât interfere.â
If Regan wanted to stay on the island, Catherine assumed Branden wouldnât stop her.
Upon hearing Catherineâs response, Regan made a decision. âAlright, Iâll go with you.â
Amos had hidden the boat in a very secluded place to avoid inspection, just in case. Reganâs cooperation had reduced a lot of trouble, and Catherine brought her to a remote corner near the pier to find Amos. Arriving at the pre- arranged location, they accurately found the small boat hidden by Amos. Catherineâs expression suddenly darkened as they were preparing to board, and the atmosphere became tense.
Though not familiar with Catherine, Regan sensed her change in emotion. â Whatâs wrong?â
Catherine pulled her behind her with one hand, guarding her, and stared ahead with a vigilant expression. â Show yourselves!â
The people who had been hiding around the small boat immediately appeared, seemingly surprised to have been discovered. But when they saw that Catherine had found them, it seemed as though they all understood why.
There werenât many people in Florona, and each of them was elite. The members of their security team were all retired special forces with exceptional combat skills. This was also why leaving the island was harder than coming in. If one wanted to enter, one had to be prepared to never leave this place for the rest of oneâs life.
However, over the years, there had been one exception-Catherine. She was the only one who had successfully left the island. Many of the people present had participated in the siege of Catherine back then. The scene from that time was too bloody, like a nightmare, and it had tormented them for many years.
No one had expected that the person who had left the island years ago had returned. Catherine coldly surveyed the group of security team soldiers and asked a simple question. âWhere are my people?â
It was a brief question, devoid of emotion, yet her intimidating gaze made everyone present feel a shiver down their spine. No one dared to answer Catherineâs question. No one wanted to be the first casualty.
The screeching sound of brakes came from behind, and Catherine turned around to see Jotham leaping out of the car with a murderous expression on his face. He was moving very quickly, indicating his extreme urgency.
As their eyes met, Jothamâs gaze toward Catherine seemed like he wanted to tear her apart on the spot. âI donât know who sent you here, but as long as youâre willing to let go of my wife, Iâll leave you with a whole body.â