Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

Chapter 1115 Prepare For Action

In the car, Arnold's computer displayed various surveillance angles, keeping an eye on the movements around the small villa.

As the night grew deeper, it had been over an hour since we left the Chandler residence, yet there was no sign of activity. Feeling a bit impatient, I looked at Atlas. He was calmly staring at the road leading to the villa.

"What if she doesn't show up?" I asked Atlas softly.

"She won't. That's her weakness. Right now, the only outlet for her frustration is Beatrice, especially after the provocation she received from us today. She's eager to vent the anger in her," Atlas confidently explained. Lauren also reassured me, "Don't worry, punishing her is just a matter of time."

I took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. Just as I was about to speak, Arnold excitedly exclaimed, "She's here."

I quickly looked at his computer screen. Simultaneously, lights suddenly illuminated the area not far from the small villa. On the computer screen, a car slowly entered through the gate, swiftly approaching.

Arnold quickly closed the computer since its light was visible from outside. At that moment, we saw a dazzling light approaching, passing by at high speed with a swift braking sound, piercing the silent night. We witnessed a slender figure stepping out of the car. Even from the back, it was clear-it was Hazelyn.

With a forceful swing, she slammed the car door shut and strode toward the entrance of the small villa.

the doorstep, and

her consistent actions, it

courtyard, the light inside the house illuminated her. Yes, it was unmistakably Hazelyn. At this

heard a radio in our

the computer again, and then another

police officers suddenly appeared, rapidly approaching the villa's entrance. In the next moment, someone somersaulted into the yard, opened the gate, and a

door, and I eagerly followed suit. He

our people were on both sides of the villa. We followed where they were standing and entered into the small

indeed an

room, repeatedly saying, "It's none of my business. Don't arrest me. I don't know

it was

glanced at Atlas and quickly descended the stairs,

empty. A musty smell mixed with hint of a foul odor made it

Two policemen had already