Chapter 425

Chapter 425:
But before he could lunge, a wooden chair came crashing down on the back of his head. He staggered forward and hit the ground hard.
William stood behind him, breathing hard, the broken chair leg still in his hand. Without missing a beat, he dropped to his knee and pulled Stella up.
Stella looked at him, stunned. “Why’d you come back? I thought you already left with the evidence.”
“You really think I’d walk away and leave you behind?” William shot back. “What kind of man would that make me?”
Her gaze dropped to his hands—empty. A cold wave of dread hit her. “Wait… Where’s the evidence?”
“Focus on staying alive!” he snapped, gripping her hand tighter as they bolted down the stairwell.
Behind them, Nixon was already back on his feet with blood dripping from his head as he picked up the knife and ran after them in fury.
Stella and William had almost reached their car and were about to get in when Nixon came charging at them, yelling.
His men quickly surrounded them, closing in fast.
There was no way out now. A fight was inevitable.
Stella could hold her own in a scuffle, but against this many? Her strength was quickly fading.
Just then, a voice shouted from the side, “Watch out!”
Stella spun around just in time to see Nixon lunging at her, his face twisted with rage.
Panic shot through her chest, her breath catching—his eyes were wild, his expression murderous. But before she could even scream, William stepped in, shielding her with his body. The sickening thud of metal hitting flesh rang out, and her stomach dropped.
The sharp tang of blood hit her nose instantly.
Her heart skipped a beat as she watched William, eyes blazing, land a heavy punch straight to Nixon’s face.
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Nixon staggered but didn’t give up. He tried to fight back—only to freeze at the sound of approaching sirens. Police. Loud and closing in fast.
He scrambled to his feet, trying to bolt, but the factory was already surrounded.
“Police! Freeze!”
Dozens of voices yelled at once, guns drawn and aimed right at him. Cornered, Nixon’s whole body trembled. He had no choice—he raised his hands and surrendered.
Once the cops had him cuffed and under control, William leaned heavily against the car door, letting out a low groan of pain.
Stella rushed to his side, eyes wide with panic as she saw the blood soaking through his shirt. “I’m taking you to the hospital. Just hold on—we’re almost there!”
At the hospital, after a round of checks, the doctor confirmed his wound wasn’t life-threatening. A few stitches and some rest, and he’d be okay. Luca showed up soon after, handing all the evidence Stella had collected straight to the police.
Between that and the earlier case tied to Finley’s death, Nixon was slapped with charges for illegal trading and intentional harm. He was sentenced to life in prison.
The factory was seized. All his under-the-table operations were shut down.
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