Shining Bright After Rebirth

Chapter 929 You’re Truly Vicious

George said, “Relax…”

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

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Before he could finish, loud, aggressive banging erupted at the door.

Both Queenie and George flinched, startled by the sudden noise.

Queenie’s gut told her it had to be Jace Foliot’s goons.

That old fox must’ve woken up, and she knew exactly how he’d play his hand.

Queenie’s eyes glinted with a dangerous determination as she grabbed her phone.

She’d done her homework on Jace. Every secret, every ally–she had it all mapped out.

She knew he had shady connections, and if cornered, he’d lash out like a wounded animal.

And now, here they were, right on cue.

After rattling off her address to the dispatcher, she ended the call.

Chapter 929 You’re Truly Vicious Then she dialed Jace directly.

As expected, the line barely rang before he picked up.

“You conniving witch, Queenie! You tricked me, gave me that filthy disease, and now you think you can steal my company? Over my dead body!

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“Calling me now to beg? Ha! You’re too late. I’ll make sure you wish you were never born!”

Jace’s voice was thick with rage and overconfidence.

He thought this was a call of plea from Queenie.

“Pff!” Queenie couldn’t hold it in and let out a chuckle, light and sharp like a knife. H

“What the hell are you laughing at?” Jace’s tone turned suspicious.

“Oh, Jace, you sad, sad man,” she purred, her voice dripping with mock pity. “Did you really think I’d let you get the upper hand? Your eldest son? He’s going to jail. And guess who turned him in? Your own darling daughter–in–law.

“You’ve burned every bridge, Jace. Your nephews? They’d rather see your company in pieces than lift a finger to save it.

“You never planted a single seed, but now you want shade? Pathetic. Sending a pack of meatheads to scare me? That’s your grand plan?

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Chapter 929 You’re Truly Vicious

“All you’re doing is digging your own grave faster.

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boys locked up, your illegitimate brats useless as ever. When the

the moment I saved your granddaughter to get closer to you,

the least

bet you are.” Her

sputtered, his fury almost choking him. “You…

smoothly. “Wouldn’t want you stroking out before the main event. Stick around. You’re about to hear your youngest boy

laugh was low and full of

prey.

his voice cracking under

tone mockingly fearful, “Jace, don’t hang up just yet. I want you

You’re

Oh no, I’m

cracked with fury. “I’ll make you wish

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breathing grew ragged, and each inhale labored as he fought to keep his

smirked, a spark of satisfaction in her eyes. Turning to George, she said with calm assurance, “George, head

hesitated, concern etched across his

me. A few bruises? Small price to pay,” she

wink.

rattling under the

placing her phone strategically

those lessons about patience and timing

exploded on the other end. “Queenie,

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ignored him and she saw the message: [the police were

but razor–sharp. Jace’s little underworld

was about to be rewarded

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

groaned, hanging on by a

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gaze fixed on the

“Crack!”

The door splintered open.

leather jackets

sneers.

was Liam Foliot, Jace’s

Who are you?” Queenie shrieked, her voice high

destroyed my family, Queenie! Tonight, it’s

with fear. “No,

You’re Truly

together as doubt flickered

the crap!” he snapped, motioning to his

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his men, about to end this as quick as

and strip her down. I’m going to make her wish she was never born,” Liam snarled, his

venom.

physiques towering and muscular, each one more

lips together, her eyes cold. These men

that could break walls.

keeping track of the time; the cops should be on this floor any