Chapter 588
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“It’s nothing serious, Mr. Mitchell. I’m fine,” Neville replied, though the worry in his eyes deepened as he took in the bruises forming on Ethan’s face.
Thiago, spotting Brenna safe and unharmed, finally exhaled in relief.
Meanwhile, Rosie, shrinking into a corner and trying to slip away unnoticed, had already been spotted. The soldiers had their eyes on her and had no intention of letting her escape.
Two armed officers approached. Without a trace of sympathy, they seized Rosie roughly, treating her no differently than any other captured criminal.
Outraged, Rosie screamed,
“I’m Prince Maxley’s woman! You can’t treat me like this! I demand to see Prince Maxley! You barbarians—”
“Shut up!” one of the soldiers barked, clearly out of patience.
Thiago quickly pulled a long coat from his bag and draped it over Brenna, shielding her nightgown from view. Without a word, Neville handed a suit to Ethan.
Brenna slipped into the coat and finally had a moment to ask Thiago,
“You guys got here so fast. How did you even manage to bring the military?”
Thiago had been tense the entire time, fully aware of just how brutal and cold-blooded Edward could be. Considering the past they shared with Edward—especially Brenna and Ellie—he had feared the worst. Edward wouldn’t have hesitated to kill Brenna.
“The fire at the Empire Hotel set off alarms with the royal family,” Thiago explained in a low voice. “As soon as they learned you two were kidnapped, they deployed the military without hesitation.”
His eyes, cold and sharp, landed on Edward’s lifeless body sprawled across the floor. A crime lord who had ruled Norview with an iron grip for over thirty years now lay dead. Considering the countless lives Edward had taken, his end felt almost too easy—too merciful.
Two days later, Brenna, Thiago, and the others returned home, while Ethan stayed behind to handle unfinished business.
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What Brenna hadn’t expected was that Rosie had somehow made it back before her.
The atmosphere at home was calm—almost unnervingly so. From everyone’s behavior, it was clear that no one had the slightest clue about the fire or the kidnapping in Plieca.
Rosie had slipped seamlessly back into her routine, showing up at work each day as if nothing had happened.
When she saw Brenna, she greeted her with fake warmth, making Brenna momentarily question whether everything in Plieca had been real or just a terrible dream.
“Prince Maxley personally vouched for me and even escorted me back. He’s in Shirie now, planning a collaboration with the Harper Group. Surprised?” Rosie said smugly, her voice dripping with provocation.
She acted as if the Pliecan royal family had already taken her under their wing.
She had simply turned a blind eye to everything, even after what she had done to Brenna.
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