Chapter 333



“Prominent guest? Folks who visit the Nixon family are usually here for favors. Could someone be more influential than the Nixons?”

“Actually, yes. I’ve heard this person holds sway in both the legitimate and the underworld. Ever heard of the largest black market in Yaeloth? That’s his. He controls numerous enterprises worldwide. His real name? Unknown, shrouded in mystery. He’s only emerged into prominence recently. Outsiders respectfully call him Mr. Jack.”

“Such esteemed guests deserve utmost attention. Everyone, listen closely. Guard this house vigilantly. Ensure no one inside disrupts our honored visitor.”

At that moment, Kallie felt profoundly thankful for her earlier choice. Had she not dodged them, her painstaking efforts would have crumbled to nothing.

The voices dwindled as the group moved on.

Once they had departed, Kallie emerged cautiously. Pain shot through her leg, draining the color from her face. Despite her attempts to quicken her pace, her body lagged behind.

Just as Kallie neared the gate, a sudden cry rang out.

“There’s someone there!”

“It’s Kallie. Quick! Bring her back!”

Kallie’s complexion blanched further. Agony overwhelmed her. Her escape, hampered by her wounded leg, made her progress agonizingly slow, like a turtle.

Kallie was quickly encircled by a crowd.

The bodyguards parted, allowing Noemi to step forward. Noemi’s gaze fixed darkly on Kallie’s leg. “Jumped from a window, did you? You’re quite tough. Well, the directive from above is clear. If you insist on fleeing, harming your legs will be the punishment. Looks like you’ve taken care of one yourself, sparing us the effort.”

Kallie clenched her teeth, her tone sharp and cold. “You guys are trying to frame me, to tarnish my name, and I can tolerate that. But Sophie? She’s innocent. Ewing and Hamlin will return eventually. How will you explain my injuries then? The Nixon estate is no playground for Abram and his crew to strut around!”

Noemi reacted as if she had heard a very funny joke.

“Even if Mr. Ewing Nixon and his father come back, they’ll only endorse what we’ve done. While Miss Nixon was recovering from surgery, your daughter barged into her ward and tampered with the medical equipment.

Now, Miss Nixon is bedridden, practically a vegetable. This disaster is your and your daughter’s doing. It’s only fair that you make amends. I’ll be blunt. Mrs. Jennifer Nixon has your daughter. If you don’t play along, your daughter will suffer.”

Kallie’s eyes blazed with fury as she shouted, “Come at me if you have anything! Sophie knows nothing. I’ll take the fall. Just please, spare her! She’s only a child.”

Noemi scoffed at her plea. “Take the fall? You were at fault from the start! Your daughter will be held accountable, and so will you. It’s just not your turn yet.”

Kallie’s mind raced with images of Sophie suffering at their hands. She was bewildered by their cruelty. She had never sought to challenge them.

Even if they truly wanted her out of the Nixon family, her presence harmed no one. Sophie was merely a child. How could they be so heartless?

“Hand over Sophie!” Kallie’s gaze burned with fury, her body tensed to leap into action.

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