Chapter 1241

Chapter 1241:

“She’s awake. Ouch, my…”

In one fluid motion, Madisyn seized her attacker’s hand, twisting it viciously. The cameramen, caught off guard by her resistance to the sedative, lunged forward with rolled sleeves. But before they could lay hands on her, she dispatched them with precision—a single, devastating strike dropping each one!

Surveying the chaos before her, Madisyn methodically examined the cameras strewn across the floor beside their unconscious owners, her heart pounding as she accessed their contents.

Her stomach churned at the revolting footage that filled the screens. Raw and unedited scenes played out before her, the crude comments making bile rise in her throat. Yet beneath her disgust, her trained eye caught crucial details.

These people not only knew that the individuals being filmed were drugged, but also had these illicit substances in their possession. Their distinctive Estresa accent painted a clear picture of their origins and allegiances.

A glacial calm settled over Madisyn as the pieces fell into place. The events of the past few days formed an unmistakable trail leading straight to Lilian. While this might be merely a glimpse into Lilian’s web of corruption, even this single thread revealed the dark tapestry of her crimes.

To think that someone barely in her twenties could orchestrate such depravity—it spoke volumes about the countless atrocities the Perkins family must have committed over the years!

Without hesitation, Madisyn retrieved her phone and dialed Jared.

“Jared, I need you to bring a team to Lancer Residence immediately.”

She quickly outlined the day’s events.

“That Lilian is absolutely deranged!” Jared’s voice crackled with fury and concern.

“Thank god you’re safe, boss. Hold tight—we’ll be there in no time!”

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After ending the call, Madisyn turned her attention to her mission with Jared. She grabbed one of the unconscious men, determined to extract information about Lilian and the Perkins family.

The crunch of tires on gravel drew her attention. Through her still-blurred vision, she mistook the approaching figure for Jared. But as she opened the door, she found herself frozen before Andrew’s commanding presence and stern expression.

The moment his eyes fell upon her, Andrew’s severe demeanor softened, and his entourage halted in their tracks.

“Andrew…” His name escaped Madisyn’s lips, unbidden.

Since receiving Lilian’s message, Andrew had been consumed with worry for Madisyn. Though he’d thought it wouldn’t be easy to see Madisyn at Lancer

Residence, here she stood before him. Yet something wasn’t right.

“What happened to your eyes?”

Concern flooded his voice. Madisyn’s eyes had always captivated him—their vibrant spirit being her most striking feature. He recalled how a mere glimpse of them in Waylon’s video call had ensnared him completely, drawing him to the soul that shone through.

But now, though still beautiful, they were veiled by an unsettling haze, their corners tinged with red. Gone was their characteristic clarity and coolness. Something was terribly wrong.

Touched by Andrew’s perceptiveness, Madisyn saw no reason to hide anything from her beloved. She cast a meaningful glance at his accompanying team.

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