The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 433

In an abandoned warehouse, the thick smell of paint filled the air, stinging the eyes. Machines buzzed ominously, filling the space with a low, constant hum.

Maeve was yanked by the hair and thrown to the ground, her knee scraping hard against the rough floor as blood trickled down. She held back a cry, refusing to show weakness.

"Hard to believe that spineless Henry fathered such a tough daughter," one of the men sneered.

"Years ago, your father promised to share the jewelry with us, then ran off with it. Since you're his daughter, you must know where the rest is hidden."

Maeve clenched her fists, forcing herself to think despite the pain in her knee. She knew she couldn't overpower them, especially since the self-defense bracelet Will had modified for her had fallen off in the struggle. All she could do now was stall. "Henry abandoned me over twenty years ago," Maeve said, trying to keep her voice steady. "The police already seized some of the jewelry he had. Oply Henry knows where the rest is. I'm not the person you're looking for."

The men didn't buy it, crowding closer. "Don't waste our time with lies. Either tell us the truth, or things will get very ugly for you," one demanded.

Maeve bit her lip. "Fine. The truth is, before Henry disappeared, he sent me some packages. The jewelry was hidden in those, and it's at my house. Don't hurt me, and I'll give it all to you."

The men exchanged looks, seemingly considering it. For a moment, Maeve thought her bluff might work. But then the leader's expression darkened, and he slapped her hard.

"Think you can fool us? Lying will only make this worse!" he said, snarling.

reeled, unsure

gave

her away.

on it," the leader ordered

a switch flipped. Looking up, she saw the source, a large chainsaw, its cold blade hovering menacingly

it's jewelry you want, I can make sure you get it. Why waste time with this? Besides, what

back. Since we couldn't find him, you're here to pay

no one to blame but yourself for being born into that family," another

She wanted to

air from its blade. She broke into a sweat,

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the switch flowing the chainsaw. The saw continued to sway above her, Inching closer

body go numb until she was barely conscious, No one, no matter how

the

men who had been laughing at Macve's terror froze, feeling the cold press of a gun's black muzzle against the backs

are you?"

a black trench coat. His

his face tightened a red glint flashing at the corners of his eyes, and his