“Mmph… mmph!”
Fergus flailed his arms, trying to push her foot away, but two bodyguards stepped forward, each pinning one of his hands to the ground.
“Heh, by the time Lucius finds you, you’ll be broken,” Larissa said, a cruel smile on her lips. “But you did remind me of something. If I keep you here at the Judson estate, Lucius could show up and accuse me of kidnapping and unlawful imprisonment. That would be messy.”
She lifted her foot and gave an order to the guards. “Get him in my car. I’ll find a new place to keep him.”
“Yes, miss.”
As he was being hauled away, Fergus screamed, “Larissa, if you dare touch me again, Lucius will make you wish you were never born!”
Just then, Wren hurried over. “Miss, perhaps you should use this rag to gag him. We wouldn’t want anyone to misunderstand the situation.”
Larissa chuckled, taking the rag. “Thank you, Wren.”
She glanced back at her parents standing in the doorway. “It’s fine now. You two can go back inside.”
With that, she followed the guards.
Watching her daughter’s retreating back and listening to Fergus’s muffled curses, Sapphira suddenly realized all her previous worries had been for nothing. Larissa wasn’t the type to fall for his act or show him any pity. It was clear now that Fergus had been far too confident in himself. Approaching Larissa like this was nothing short of walking straight into a trap.
…
Before tossing Fergus into the trunk, Larissa stuffed the rag Wren had given her into his mouth.
“Save your energy,” she said sweetly. “You don’t want to be too tired to cry later.”
Fergus’s eyes were bloodshot with rage, his glare promising a gruesome death.


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