All Chapters of Her Dangerous Game: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

"It's him, Sir. Madam Victoria's lover. He managed to flee before our team breached the villa," Leon answered, his voice thick with guilt and terror. "It appears he had already mapped out a secret escape route the moment news of Victoria's defeat in court broke this afternoon." Julian slammed his fist against the balcony ledge, a thunderous crash echoing through the night air. The absolute ruler was instantly consumed by fury. "Dammit!" he cursed violently, his cold voice booming like lightning in the dead of night. "You had to capture ONE cowardly bastard, and every single one of you failed?" 

Instantly, the frantic murmurs echoing through the room died down. A suffocating silence blanketed the atmosphere. Julian offered no warm opening pleasantries. He walked directly toward his executive chair at the far end of the long table, pulled it back, and sat down. Crossing his legs in a posture that was relaxed yet utterly dominant. "Good morning, esteemed ladies and gentlemen," he greeted them. His deep, heavy voice echoed frostily into every corner of the room. "Just a few days ago, this very room was deafeningly noisy with the panicked cries of those questioning my capability to lead Vance Group."

A minute later, the escort car, having finally broken free from the traffic bottleneck, screeched to a halt at the drop-off area. One of the bodyguards leaped out. He froze instantly, his blood running cold as he spotted Elena's scattered shopping bags and handbag lying abandoned on the pavement. "Dammit! Miss Elena's been kidnapped!" the bodyguard panicked, his voice laced with dread. At the Vance Group headquarters, Leon gripped his phone with violently trembling hands. Pale as a corpse, he burst into Julian’s executive office without bothering to knock. "M-Mr. Julian," Leon’s voice quavered, raspy and barely audible.

The living room fell dead silent once more, enveloped in the suffocating aura of Elena’s uncontained rage."You claim you provided for me? You claim you paid my way through life?!" Elena pressed on, her voice trembling as she closed the distance toward Richard without a single trace of fear."Since the day you brought Beatrice into this home, did you ever once bother to check where I slept? Did you ever take a single step into the back of this house?!"Richard went silent, his eyes narrowing in faint hesitation. "I-Yes, I knew, you slept in the back room.""The back room?!" Elena burst into a loud, heart-wrenching laugh dripping with satire."It was not a back room, Dad! IT WAS A SHABBY, DAMP, FILTHY STORAGE CLOSET!"Elena’s voice suddenly faltered. Her throat tightened as the dark memories of her past were forcibly laid bare.Her mind drifted back to the darkest days of her life.That night, a torrential rain poured outside. The biting night wind pierced straight to the bone.It seep

The bedroom door on the second floor slammed shut with a deafening bang, followed by the sharp metallic clinking of the lock turning from the outside. Elena was trapped in the dark room. She stepped toward the window, attempting to force it open, but heavy iron bars had been securely bolted into place. The girl let out a long breath and sat down on the edge of the mattress. Even though her body was confined, her heart did not waver in the slightest. She knew Julian Vance all too well. When it came to her safety, that man was an unstoppable storm. Time crawled by slowly. The night deepened, enveloping the Thorne estate in thick darkness and a suffocating quiet.