SWNOVELS Chapter 187
Yvette looked at Braydon with a cold stare, her lips curling into a slight smile that showed she didn’t care much. “Do you think I should kill you?” she asked. Braydon’s eyes darkened for moment, filled with emotion, then returned to normal. He whispered. “You promised my grandfather you wouldn’t kill me
Yvette stood up from her chair, put her hands in her pockets, and walked towards Braydon. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. captivated by her delicate features. As she walked by, she looked straight ahead, her expression unreadable. She briefly met his gaze and said in a low voice, “This is the last time. Be smart.
Braydon clenched his fists as he watched Yvette walk toward the bar’s exit. Ignoring the crowd around them, he called out, “Don’t you want to know where Charles is? If he were here, would he let his gang deal drugs so openly?” As he spoke, he felt a wave of sadness. He was only using Charles to keep Yvette from leaving.
Yvette turned back, her face partially hidden by her cap, her eyes deep with meaning. She glanced at Braydon for a moment before confidently pushing the door open and leaving. Braydon felt confused and thought, ‘Doesn’t she care about Charles? He quickly grabbed his phone and called a private number.
When the call connected, a young man answered. “Master.”
Without wasting time, Braydon said, “Check the secret chamber and see if Charles is silll there.”
The young man wasn’t impressed. He knew that the Goodman family’s secret chamber had top-notch security. If anyone tried to enter, an alarm would sound. But out of fear of Braydon’s anger, he rushed to the chamber. When he reached the door he was about to unlock it when he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head and a prick in his neck. He lost consciousness, his vision fading. As he fell unconscious, he saw someone in servant clothes enter the chamber. Unable to, move or speak, he watched helplessly as Charles was taken. Just before he blacked out, one thought overwhelmed him, ‘It’s over. Losing Charles means my life is in danger.”
Braydon, still on the phone, looked grim, shadows in his eyes. Yvette had been gone for a while, and the crowd around him was silent, afraid to anger him. Everyone could see Braydon was in a bad mood. They waited quietly, realizing that the woman earlier wasn’t Braydon’s girlfriend; it seemed Braydon was chasing after her, begging her to stay, but she just walked, away. More concerning was that they had heard her question about killing Braydon. They had thought Braydon was there to protect her, but it was clear that wasn’t true. They felt like they had witnessed something unusual today: a woman standing up to the Tiger Head and the mysterious malia king Braydon. They even uncovered Braydon’s secret. His disinterest in women was likely due to this woman.
When the call ended, Braydon smashed his customized phone on the ground, breaking the expensive device. He glared at the broken phone, his eyes icy and filled with madness, which frightened those around him. He thought, ‘Yvette set everything up to send someone to the Goodman family to rescue Charles, knowing I would come as soon as she did. Capturing Charles is just a way to negotiate with Yvette, hoping she would come back and help train the Seventy-Two Chambers. Now that Charles is saved, all my plans are pointless
After a moment, as the tension in the room grew, Braydon smiled at the shattered phone, a strange grin on his face. He thought, ‘Does Yvette really think this will slow me down? He looked away and walked towards the exit, followed by his. group of men dressed in black.
Just when everyone thought they had escaped trouble, Braydon stopped at the door and whispered something to his men before leaving with a serious look.
The man who had just delivered Braydon’s weapon turned to look at the frightened patrons in the bar, focusing on Dorion and Burley with a cruel smile. “Gentlemen, Mr. Goodman asks that today’s events remain a secret. However, he is not completely at ease, fearing some of you might talk. For now, everyone should stay still. Anyone who moves will face serious consequences. He directed this warning at the crowd.
After giving this warning, he exchanged glances with his comrades, who pulled out their weapons, aiming them at the Tiger Head members, including the injured Dorion and the tied-up Barley. With a wave of his hand, gunfire erupted. The Tiger Head members didn’t stand a chance. Some were shot while still unconscious and would never wake up again.
In seconds, many lives were lost, and blood began to pool on the bar floor, creeping toward the feet of onlookers. Some tried to escape but froze under the cold, unforgiving stares of the men in black. They remembered the earlier warning: anyone who dared to move would be killed.
Once the black-clad men made sure all the Tiger Head members were dead, they ignored the terrified crowd and left the bar. After they were gone, the remaining patrons stared at the growing pile of bodies, some unable to hold back their nausea. A scream broke the silence, and chaos erupted as people rushed for the exit, turning the bar into a scene of panic, everyone pushing and shoving to escape the horror.
The next morning, at breakfast, Yvette sat comfortably with her legs crossed, yawning lazily, clearly tired. She held a glass of water just as Frankie’s voice came from the doorway, “No way, are you serious?” Everyone turned to look at Frankie, while Yvette leisurely sipped her water and continued enjoying her pierogies, which Jeremiah had made in large quantities before he left.
Frankie entered the villa, shocked, and conspiratorially asked the group at the table, “Can you guess what news I just heard?”
Emmett, Bruce, and Chris showed no interest. They had been tricked by Frankie before when he told them a story about a low-level celebrity scandal that cost them a million dollars. This time, no one was willing to fall for his tricks.