LOGINRaymond had not expected his reaction to be so obvious. He rubbed his nose, looking a little sheepish. "Was I?""Pathetic." Julian shot him a sideways glance and did not linger. "I'm taking Sydney home. Nathan has already followed Tristan with people. If you need anything, contact him directly."In truth, Julian had not planned to let Tristan leave tonight. Flint's intervention had been unexpected.Still, if they could trace Flint through Tristan, that outcome would not be bad.Raymond understood that Julian had left a back door open. He nodded. "Got it."Diana, however, still worried about Sydney. She walked them to the car and spoke to Julian in a low voice. "Tristan's situation is tricky. Do you really have time to take care of Sydney? If not, I can bring her to Seraph Villa in a few days."The truth was not public yet, so she could not make that decision outright. For so many years, Julian truly had been the one by Sydney's side.Julian's temple twitched. He refused at once.
At that point, Julian was no longer guessing.Minutes earlier, Tristan had been cornered by Sydney's escape. Then the situation flipped in an instant. A sniper appeared outside.There was only one explanation. Someone had stepped in to help him. A weapon like that was beyond the reach of any ordinary player. Only a veteran drug lord on Flint's level could provide it.When Julian laid it bare, Tristan's eyes filled with conflicted emotion. He had underestimated Julian.With the outcome settled, Tristan spread his hands. "If that's the case, why did you turn back just now?""Because I wasn't completely sure yet." Julian let out a cold laugh. "Now I am."Diana did not know the history between the Sterling family and Flint, but Raymond and Caleb did. The truth clicked for them at once.They would have to allow Tristan to leave. No one dared gamble on whether that rifle would actually fire.Raymond exchanged a look with Julian, then addressed Tristan in a cold voice. "That's enough.
Raymond had been entrenched in Jouleston for years. The forces under his direct command were more than sufficient to resolve the situation quietly, without risking the Hutton family's reputation.It would not affect Diana's political career either.With Julian's statement, Raymond would not even need to deploy his own people. That simplified matters further.Julian glanced at Elliot, signaling him to stay behind and assist Raymond with the cleanup.Meanwhile, Peter followed Julian out without hesitation. They moved as if they owned Tristan's territory, coming and going at will.Tristan's eyes narrowed. Just as Julian reached the doorway, Tristan raised his voice. "Stop."Julian acted as though he had not heard.A second later, Tristan smiled and snapped his fingers. "Take one more step, and I can't guarantee there won't be two lives lost."Julian halted. His shoulders tightened as he spun around and placed himself squarely in front of Sydney, blocking the faint red dot.Sydney
Diana's voice turned icy. "She doesn't have combat skills. She's just seen too many filthy tricks like yours."'A ruthless Eloise, a Victor who preys on underage girls, and an ex-husband entangled with his sister-in-law. Growing up amid all that, Sydney learned one thing early. How to save herself,' Diana added inwardly.Julian's expression stayed hard. He said nothing and headed straight for the stairs.Tristan sneered, "Mr. Sterling, do you think this place is a hotel? In and out as you please?"Before he finished speaking, his men moved to block the way.Peter stepped forward and dropped one of them with a single punch.Julian did not look back. He took the stairs two at a time. "If you want, this can be your eternal resting place."He spared Tristan no glance.At the noise, men from both the Sterling and Hutton families who stood outside rushed in.The balance of power was obvious. Without a hostage, there was no path to victory. Tristan knew it.Julian climbed higher wit
Sydney's voice shook. Her body curled inward, the pain too real to fake.The bespectacled man still hesitated, so she struck first. "Did you… Did you put something in my water?"Cold sweat beaded at the tip of her nose."That's impossible," he snapped. "Have I lost my mind?"Yet if anything happened to this pregnant woman, he would never be forgiven.Sydney watched him with open suspicion. Her brow knotted tighter with each surge of pain. "Then help me. Tristan hasn't said a word yet. If something happens to me, you can't afford it."He stood helpless and did not dare touch her. "How am I supposed to help? I can't call an ambulance. Mr. Sinclair would never allow it.""I can treat it myself," Sydney said. "I need a silver needle."His head throbbed. "Where the hell am I supposed to find a silver needle out here?"The abandoned villa sat deep in Jouleston's outskirts. Almost no one lived nearby. There were no hospitals, no pharmacies. Even farther out, a round trip would take a
This time, the bespectacled man hesitated. Sydney was right. If she died here, it would not be dismissed as a simple mistake. It would be fatal.With the leaders of both the Sterling and Hutton families present, losing the hostage meant that none of them would leave the estate alive.He considered it for a moment. "Aren't you a doctor yourself? What do you need? Medicine? Supplies? I can have someone bring them."Letting her go was clearly not an option.Sydney appeared to think it over, then replied evenly, "A cup of hot water and a warm coat."He frowned. "You have a lot of demands.""I can't help it," Sydney said. "I'm cold."She glanced across the empty terrace, then looked back at him. "Aren't you cold?"It was a winter night. No one was immune to the chill.He hesitated again. Hot water was easy enough. Clothes were another matter. The villa had stood abandoned for years. There were no spare garments. Even the carpets had rotted away.He signaled to a man in the hallway







