Chapter 1511:
Carola, sensing Lyla’s restlessness, said gently, “Lyla, focus on getting better first. Everything else can wait.”
But Lyla’s resolve was iron.
“No, Mom. If I wait until then, it will already be too late.”
Carola’s sigh was soft but pained.
“In your condition, there’s nothing you can do now.”
Lyla caught Carola’s hand with urgency.
“Mom, can you do me a favor? You said you’d help me.”
Carola hesitated, torn, but her daughter’s insistence eroded her uncertainty. Finally, she whispered, “Alright.”
A glint of venom ignited in Lyla’s eyes, her determination sharpened to cruelty.
Carola declared her sudden desire to pray in the church, and Lucian, without hesitation, went along beside her. She explained that she could not abandon Lyla alone in the vast house, urging Lucian to leave behind his finest bodyguard, Legend Morley, to watch over her. Lucian gave his consent.
The instant their car departed, Lyla slipped quietly out of the manor and into another vehicle.
Inside the vehicle, several elite bodyguards from the Stanley family awaited, and one of them gave their report.
“Miss Stanley, the target is just ahead.”
Lyla’s gaze hardened, and her lips curled with venom as she glared at Elena ahead of her.
“Teach that bitch a good lesson when we get there!”
The bodyguards responded together, their voices firm.
“Yes.”
Meanwhile, Elena had just retrieved a bracelet she herself had crafted from a jeweler’s counter—meant as a thoughtful engagement gift for Kiera. Yet no sooner had she stepped beyond the mall’s doors than shadows closed around her, cornering her into a narrow alley. She quickly slipped the bracelet into her pocket and faced the encroaching figures with unflinching calm.
𝗣𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗰𝗲 ➝ g⸽a⸽l⸽n⸽o⸽v⸽e⸽l⸽s⸽.⸽c⸽o⸽m
Eight men in black suits lined the passage in perfect symmetry, while Lyla positioned herself behind them, eyes alight with icy triumph.
“Elena, you will not escape alive today. Your disgraceful life ends here.”
Even with her arm still wrapped in plaster, Lyla’s vindictive face betrayed the nakedness of her hatred.
Elena laughed softly, a cutting sound. How restless Lyla must be, hobbling in a cast yet still running headlong into another confrontation. But sending these few guys? It was nothing short of courting death.
With disdain tugging at her lips, Elena taunted, “Didn’t you learn your lesson the last time?”
That mocking glint pierced Lyla’s pride like a blade. Grinding her teeth, she spat, “Don’t get cocky. The only asset you have is your face, luring men with it. Today, I’ll ruin your face so you’ll never be able to seduce anyone again!”
She barked her order to the bodyguards.
“Subdue this slut, and you can do whatever you want with her. Break her and let her learn what it means to be torn apart!”
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