Re Zero Subaru And Beatrice Novels & Stories

Chapter 112 - The Final Confrontation When they got in the car, Harden made Beatrice drive as he pointed the gun at her head. “Drive,” he said. Beatrice did as she was told. She directed the car in the direction of the harbor. After driving in silence for a while, Beatrice finally spoke. “You know, you don’t need to keep pointing the gun at me. I’ll take you there.” “And how do I know you’re not lying to me.”

"What are you doing here?" I looked at Beatrice calmly, as though I were staring at a total stranger. She seemed to notice it as well and bit her lip. "Sebastian, I broke up with Zachary," she began. "I've thought it through. I'm willing to give up everything and move here with you. I know you're still mad, but I finally understand that I was wrong. I'll figure out how to deal with the company back home, forget everything, and start over with you."

POV: Ryuu My eyes stayed locked on Beatrice as she moved through the room, her presence commanding attention in a way that felt almost defiant. She carried herself with a confidence that was equal parts captivating and infuriating, her chin held high, her gaze steady, and her lips curved into a smile that hinted at secrets only she knew. Watching her maneuver through a room full of Morunagas—each more venomous than the last—was like watching someone walk a tightrope over a pit of snakes. And she made it look effortless.

***** Beatrice walked out of the company, she was about entering her car when she saw someone that looks like Zach coming out from the boutique opposite the company. "Isn't that Zach?" She muttered, not taking her eyes off him. She stared keenly. "Could this lady with him be his girlfriend or his wife?". Remembering What Zach did to her, she became angry. "He ruined my life, and he thinks he can live happily...No, No, Beatrice is back." She saw him and the lady enter a car, and without thinking twice she also entered hers. When Zach's car moved, Beatrice also started hers, she drove after him.

After a rough drive, we halt at the front of the company. I called the car seller and he said he's on his way. We waited outside and moments later. Beatrice drove in with her car. . . "You guys are crazy. What if you guys clashed." She said as she step out of her car. "He's a very good, driver. i trust him." I said and he smiled at my comment. "Please don't play that rough game again. By the way, why are you guys still outside?" She asked.

She knew she was bad at making connections or warming up to other people so she always held herself in a stoic manner. “Uhm reduce the speed please?” Arya said from behind the car and Beatrice nodded, for a second there she had forgotten she was at the wheels of a car. She could hear Vanessa and Candice chuckling from behind her and Avalors had his seatbelt fastened as he stared at her with a cautious gaze. She exhaled and stopped the car. “Will you drive?” She turned to Avalors. “Please,” the man replied, getting out of the car quickly before she would decide to change her mind. Beatrice realized she must have been going way too fast to actually scare Avalors. She exhaled and shifted into h

I kept a watchful eye on her tired figure, aware of the heartbreak and exhaustion that burdened her. Once we stepped beyond the boundaries of Alpha Duncan's pack, Beatrice turned to me and asked in a weary voice to inform Zayn, one of our pack members, to bring the car for us. I immediately reached out to Zayn through our pack's mind link, relaying Beatrice's request. He acknowledged the urgency and assured me that he would arrange for the car promptly.

“Actually… no. He hasn’t. And I don’t have my car back.” Beatrice’s eyes narrowed. “Then whose car did you drive, Julia?” “Um…” My gaze drifted toward the driveway. Her eyes followed mine. She gasped. “Wait… that’s the car? You drove that?” “Yes,” I murmured. She rushed toward it like a child spotting candy, circling the vehicle in disbelief. “Oh my God,” she whispered, eyes wide as they scanned the sleek red Porsche Taycan. “Whose car is this, Julia?” I hesitated. “I… I guess it’s mine.”

I sat on the hard paper of the exam table while she dabbed at the jagged red line near my hairline. “I’m fine, Beatrice. It’s just a scratch,” I said. I didn’t want to talk about the car flipping or the way the metal groaned. I didn’t want to explain how lucky I was to be sitting here at all. “Vesper took most of the impact anyway. I just need to make sure I don’t end up with a permanent reminder on my face.” Beatrice didn’t look convinced. She reached for a glass jar on the metal tray. She dug out a thick, green glob of ointment. “You need to be more careful. Drivers in this territory don’t watch the road like they should. Close your eyes.”