Three Billionaire Alphas on Their Knees のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

The iron gate slammed shut behind them. The chain cracked against the metal, the sound heavy and flat.The taste of blood was still in Darcy's throat. She staggered on the first step. A pair of iron hands caught her before she could fall.Asher didn't even bother with his coat. He scooped her whole body into his arms. He didn't give her the chance to take a single step on her own. His heavy boots hammered the corridor floorboards. Two strides and he kicked the thick oak door of the master bedroom open, then drove it shut behind them with his heel.The lock bit home. The click cracked through the dead-quiet room.Asher set Darcy on the edge of the bed and dropped to one knee in front of he

Two dried black drops of blood remained on the carpet at the end of the west-wing corridor.Darcy tucked the old transfer list into her work pants pocket and paused at the threshold for one second.The door was wide open.A sharp smell of wormwood and hydrogen peroxide filled the room.Silas sat in the large leather chair by the fireplace, right hand wrapped in thick white gauze, half an unlit cigarette between his teeth. On the low table by the hearth sat a black iron box with a double combination lock.Felix was bent over, hurriedly stuffing a stack of brown paper into the box.

The two black iron doors at the main entrance of the estate, each weighing nearly half a ton, usually only opened all the way for Kingston's high ceremonies.Today, both doors stood wide.There wasn't even a guard posted at the doorframe, where sentries usually stood. The long red-carpeted corridor stretched empty, straight to the center of the great hall.Darcy walked up the steps to the threshold. The moment her right foot crossed, the noise of the entire Kingston main house c

When Darcy returned to the third-floor room, a thick leather folder lay open on the desk, set perfectly square.Inside were more than a dozen surveillance stills, printed frame by frame.At noon yesterday, the convoy had stopped at the main entrance.Darcy pulled out the chair and sat, flipping through the photos one by one.The fiercest patrol guards in the front row had buckled at the knees. The young wolf pup pressed his belly into the snow. Even the old guard captain, well past his prime, bent low and cleared the path.In the high-definition color prints, every face carried the same instinctive retreat, plain as day.

The yellowed agreement stamped with the Municipal Third Public Hospital's old seal was quietly tucked into Darcy's pocket.But before she could study it further, a truck engine died in the front courtyard, followed by rough shouting."What do you mean, change the route? I've run the west mountain road for five years. I could walk it blind. Now you're changing the start times and making us climb a rock pile in the wind. Who came up with this bullshit?"The speaker was Brandt, an