Chapter 615

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Madelyn replied coolly, “If Flynt really wanted me dead, he wouldn’t have waited this long. Since he’s so desperate for me to join his lab, I’ll go.”
She vowed, “I’ll make sure that lab of his gets leveled to the ground. As for Damon..”
“Leave him to me,” Owen said, his eyes hardening with cold resolve.
Flynt’s apparent goal was to get Aria to join his lab, but Owen sensed there was more to it than that.
He was certain Flynt harbored an obsessive possessiveness toward Madelyn. This wasn’t necessarily affection or love. Still, at least her life wasn’t in danger.
They reached a silent understanding. Owen leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. “Take care of yourself,” he murmured.
“You too,” she murmured.
No longer hiding, Aria and Owen strode purposefully out of their cover and headed directly for the camp. Damon instantly raised his gun.
Flynt’s hand flicked, a silent command. Half the guards on the camp’s perimeter shifted, their muzzles snapping into unison, all trained on Damon.
Damon’s expression twisted in shock and anger. “Flynt, what the hell are you doing?”
Flynt’s eyes narrowed. “I told you, Aria belongs to me. No one points a gun at her. Not even you.”
Damon’s face turned livid. Outnumbered, he ground out through clenched teeth, “Flynt, are you breaking our deal?”
Flynt let out a derisive snort. “Yeah? Care to test that theory?”
Damon holstered his gun, jaw clenched tight, knuckles whitening around the grip.
Flynt didn’t even spare Damon another glance and strode straight toward Aria.
“Ms. Saxon,” Flynt said, his voice deceptively gentle and a pleasant smile playing on his lips, “I didn’t expect to see you again so soon.”
Upon seeing Aria, White struggled weakly to lift his head. His parched lips parted, but his dry throat couldn’t make a sound.
Aria gave White a reassuring look, then turned her gaze to Flynt. “So, your goal is to get me into your lab?” she asked coolly.
Flynt nodded, his smile deepening. “I was planning to give you two years to think it over, to make sure you’d come with me willingly. But who would’ve thought fate would hand me such a golden opportunity?”
He glanced at White, his voice dropping to a low, suggestive tone. “Tell me, don’t you think I’m so lucky?”
Aria said, her face devoid of emotion, “Untie White first and let him drink some water.”
Flynt turned to his men and gave an order, “Do as she says.”
White gulped down the water, relief flooding his parched throat. Once the ropes were cut, he collapsed limply to the ground.
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Owen swiftly stepped forward, catching White in a firm grip. In a low voice, he asked, “Can
you stand?”
White managed a weak nod, a sound escaping from his parched throat.
Having knelt for a full day and night, his knees remained locked in a bent position. Supporting him with one arm, Owen used the other to gently knead White’s stiff knees.
A flicker of mockery flashed in Flynt’s eyes as he watched Owen.
‘He’s actually helping someone else instead of protecting Aria in a situation like this? Clearly, he’s not the right one for her, Flynt scoffed inwardly.
What Flynt didn’t realize was that by looking down on the lives of Aria’s friends, he had already disqualified himself from the game.
“So, it seems you’ve made your choice,” Flynt remarked coolly.
As his words faded, Aria walked over to White, crouched down, and gently placed her hand on his stiff knee.
“Aria…” White’s eyes welled up with tears.
Aria silently massaged his knee to restore circulation. “Hang in there,” she murmured. “Owen will avenge you.”
White instinctively looked at Owen. “You two are together now?”
Owen offered a small smile. “Hello.”
White’s eyes widened in utter disbelief. ‘Damn,’ he thought, ‘Aria is actually dating? Can she actually have relationships?’ He was so shocked, he completely forgot the pain.
Flynt watched the scene, his eyes filled with confusion. He lowered his gaze to Aria and sneered, “Just a worthless wretch. Is he really worth all this effort?”
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