Beneath His Ugly Wife’s Mask: Her revenge was her brilliance

Chapter 459:

A cold smirk tugged at Aron’s lips. “Whoever hired the Phantom Mercenaries isn’t just rich. They’re powerful. People like that don’t come around often.”

Jason’s brow creased. “Plenty of groups want to bring down the Evans family, and Cole’s the biggest target now that he’s the family head. We have to find whoever’s feeding them intel. Even if I don’t make it out tonight, that traitor won’t outlive me.”

Without another word, Jason turned around, his eyes scanning each person in the room.

None of the bodyguards assigned to track down Elliana had reported back, and the only people left were the ones Jason personally trusted. Every one of them bore some injury from facing off with Cole. Jason’s piercing stare swept over the group, and tension settled over them. Frantic voices filled the room as everyone tried to clear their name.noveldrama

“I swear, I would never cross the Evans family. Please, believe me!”

“My family’s served the Evans family for generations. Betraying you isn’t an option for me!”

“My whole life is in Ublento, my wife and kids too. I wouldn’t risk everything on something like this!”

Lanny, choosing his words carefully, spoke up. “Mr. Evans, you trained every one of us. We’ve followed you through hell and back. If someone is accused unfairly, it would tear us all apart.”

Jason understood this. He wasn’t eager to cast suspicion without reason. He only wanted to see how people would react.

Lanny continued, “Maybe the real problem is with those who were tasked with locating Elliana.”

Jason weighed this suggestion in his mind but said nothing.

A sudden, rhythmic thudding of boots sounded nearby.

𝓒𝒉𝓮𝓬𝓴 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓾𝓹𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭: 𝑔𝓪𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝓈.𝓬𝗈𝗺

Dropping the investigation for now, Jason shot to his feet, his eyes sweeping the shadows.

Nightfall kept everything hidden, and before Jason could make sense of it, something soared overhead, landing with a heavy thud just a few steps away.

Shock flashed across Jason’s face. “Down! Everyone, hit the floor!” The object detonated with a thunderous boom, flooding the darkness with brilliant light.

It was just a flare.

Relief barely touched Jason’s face before it vanished. Figures in black—operatives of the Phantom Mercenaries—had already closed in, weapons raised and ready. They wasted no time. Anyone who so much as twitched was staring down the barrel of a rifle.

The showdown Jason had braced himself for came to a halt before anyone could even react. With one side battered and injured, and the other fully armed for battle, there was no doubt who had the upper hand.

But defeat didn’t sit well with Jason. He rose to his feet, eyes as cold as steel, and shot a mocking glare at the leader of those operatives. “So what is it you want from us?”

Their leader, Daniel Hewitt, leaned back with the air of someone who’d seen it all. As a weapons fanatic and a combat veteran from a noble military family, he had a reputation that made people think twice about crossing him.

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