Daddy’s Good Girl のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 181 - チャプター 190

 Zella The conference room on the thirty-eighth floor of King Industries felt like a fortress. Two security guards were stationed outside the door. Two more inside, flanking the walls. Cameras were recording from multiple angles. Marcus and Pauline, the attorneys were around, sitttubg next to us at the head of the table.  And across from us, looking rather composed considering the circumstances, was Rita Lancaster. She was younger than I had expected but still older than I was. She was maybe in her early thirties and looked all calm and collected. I imagined ripping her fake blonde hair out, then tried to calm myself. "Thank you for meeting with me," Rita said. "I know you have no reason to trust me." "You're right. We don't." Isaiah said stiffly. "Let's skip the pleasantries. You contacted my wife, claiming you have information about Victor

 Third POV Victor Russo sat in his penthouse office, surrounded by glass and chrome that reflected nothing but emptiness back at him. The Wall Street Journal lay open on his desk, the headline mocking him in bold print: *"SEC Launches Investigation into Russo Holdings Stock Manipulation."* Beside it, the Financial Times: *"FBI Probing Victor Russo's Foreign Business Dealings."* And the New York Post, because of course they couldn't resist: *"Billionaire Russo Faces Multiple Lawsuits in King Industries Feud."* He'd stopped reading after the first paragraph of each. He already knew what they said. Already knew how bad it looked. His phone buzzed for the hundredth time that hour. Another board member. Another investor. Another lawyer. He ignored it. On his computer screen, stock charts told a story he didn't

 Zella We burst out of the house with Isaiah barking orders into his phone as we made our way to the guest house.  He called Nico, then growled that Nico wasn't picking up his calls, which was much more odd to me because Nico was always available and present.  So why wasn't he now?  This was definitely all planned.  Security guards materialised from every direction, surrounding us until we got to the guest house. Through the lit windows, I could see a figure sitting calmly in the living room as if they were waiting for us. "Stay behind me," Isaiah commanded when we reached the door. "No matter what happens, you stay behind and close to me, Princess, got it?”  The head of security and other guards surrounded the entrance. On Isaiah's signal, they kicked the door open, flooding in with their weapo

 Zella The safe house was nothing like I had expected. When Isaiah said we were going to a safe house, I had expected some cramped apartment, but it was a fully furnished residence in what looked like a normal suburban neighborhood.  “This is a safe house?” I asked in disbelief. “Of course it is,” He replied, patting my hair. “Go take a bath, I'll discuss with my men and find out how Sasha is doing,”  I turned around to leave when my eyes caught a stain of red on the back of his neck.  “Blood?” I gasped.  He was bleeding. His wounds from getting shot by those snipers just reopened while he was shielding us and getting us to safety like some angel.  "Sit down," I ordered, pointing to the kitchen chair. "You need medical attention." "I

 Zella The emergency room was chaotic.Paramedics were rushing around, doctors shouting orders, the horrid antiseptic smell mixing with the smell of blood, everything was nauseating and loud.  Someone was pressing something to my forehead, asking me questions.  "Ma'am, how many fingers am I holding up?" I couldn't answer. My eyes were on the doors that they wheeled Isaiah into.  "Ma'am, I need you to focus…" "My husband," I choked out.  "He's in surgery. You need to let us treat you,” "I'm not leaving." My vision was all dizzy. I was sure I had a concussion. "I'm not leaving until I know he's okay." They cleaned my wounds anyway and stitched the gash on my forehead.  Sophia and Marcus met us at the hospital eventually.