Beyond the Divorce

In the car, Arnold's computer displayed various surveillance angles, keeping an eye on the movements around the small villa.

As the night grew deeper, it had been over an hour since we left the Chandler residence, yet there was no sign of activity. Feeling a bit impatient, I looked at Atlas. He was calmly staring at the road leading to the villa.

"What if she doesn't show up?" I asked Atlas softly.

"She won't. That's her weakness. Right now, the only outlet for her frustration is Beatrice, especially after the provocation she received from us today. She's eager to vent the anger in her," Atlas confidently explained. Lauren also reassured me, "Don't worry, punishing her is just a matter of time."

I took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. Just as I was about to speak, Arnold excitedly exclaimed, "She's here."

I quickly looked at his computer screen. Simultaneously, lights suddenly illuminated the area not far from the small villa. On the computer screen, a car slowly entered through the gate, swiftly approaching.

Arnold quickly closed the computer since its light was visible from outside. At that moment, we saw a dazzling light approaching, passing by at high speed with a swift braking sound, piercing the silent night. We witnessed a slender figure stepping out of the car. Even from the back, it was clear-it was Hazelyn.

With a forceful swing, she slammed the car door shut and strode toward the entrance of the small villa.

The door swung open as she reached the doorstep, and the figure walked straight in.

From her consistent actions, it was clear she was agitated.

Upon entering the courtyard, the light inside the house illuminated her. Yes, it was unmistakably Hazelyn. At this moment, she moved like a ghost, swiftly entering the villa.

I heard a radio in our car. "Prepare for action!"

Arnold opened the computer again, and then another command came through the radio. "Move!"

I looked outside. Many police officers suddenly appeared, rapidly approaching the villa's entrance. In the next moment, someone somersaulted into the yard, opened the gate, and a group of police officers swiftly entered.

Atlas opened the car door, and I eagerly followed suit. He pulled me close and we strode toward the villa.

The lights in the room were dim, and our people were on both sides of the villa. We followed where they were standing and entered into the small room behind the kitchen.

There was indeed an entrance to the

basement. Arather young woman was shivering in the room, repeatedly saying, "It's none of my business. Don't arrest me. I don't know anything. It's her... It's all her fault." .

Suddenly, I heard a roar. It was obvious that it was Hazelyn. "Who let you in? Get out of here!"

I glanced at Atlas and quickly descended the stairs, with Lauren closely following behind me.

It was dark inside, and the basement was empty. A musty smell mixed with hint of a foul odor made it cold and damp.

Two policemen had already© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

restrained the furious Hazelyn. I

glanced at her. Her face seemed a bit swollen. It appeared that after we left the Chandler residence, Byron had hit her.

Her face bore the marks of a slap, suggesting that he had struck her with considerable force. It seemed that Byron was exceptionally ruthless, and he had laid a heavy hand.

Hazelyn turned her head and saw me descending. She was stunned for a moment and cursed loudly, "Bitch! I knew you were not a good person. Who are you?! Why are you targeting me?!" Lauren walked over to give her a hard slap. "How dare you scream at us?! You're a beast!"

I got used to the darkness and looked toward a corner. I saw Finn squatting at the corner as if talking to someone.

Suddenly, there was a frightening scream. The voice was shrill and hoarse. I even detected a hint of fear in it.