Free Web NovelChapter 118: Deep rooted coup (18+ scene)
"What?" Julian barked into the receiver, sounding irritated.
"e have a problem at the warehouse, sir," Lily’s voice came through. She sounded unusually tense. "I’m patching Victor into the call now."
A second later, the line crackled with the sound of heavy breathing and distant shouting. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓
"Sir, it’s the cops," Victor said. He sounded frantic, like he was running at full speed. "They’re raiding the warehouse!"
Julian sat up straight, his sleepiness gone instantly.
"Which warehouse, Victor?"
"The one where Arthur Reed and Andrew Thorne are being kept."
"Fuck."
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Andrew Thorne entered his room and stood in front of the mirror. The room was a minimalist, modern suite, featuring sleek charcoal walls, a low-profile platform bed, and polished marble floors
He removed his T-shirt, which had his own blood on it. Although the blood had dried, and his shallow wound from when he was captured was already healing.
The police raid had provided the perfect cover for their rescue. Andrew and Arthur were careful; they blamed the whole thing on nameless kidnappers. They knew they lacked the evidence to pin it on Julian Blackwood. And neither of them were foolish enough to invite his attention any more than they already had.
They knew he was most dangerous when he felt cornered, and for now, the shadows were their best protection.
With a low grunt, he tossed the shirt aside and headed into the bathroom.
When he came out, he crossed over to a chest beside the wardrobe and pulled out a locked box. Inside were some drugs. He took one out and swallowed it. Then took out one of the photos. It was a picture Lyvana at her runway show.
Just then an older woman entered.
"I am glad to see you are back safely," Zara said. "We had to pull a lot of strings to make that happen."
"Thank you, mother," Andrew seemed almost bored.
"Don’t thank me. All of our plans are getting exposed. I don’t know how much Julian already knows."
"If he knew anything, we would have been dead," Andrew muttered, his eyes still on the photo.
Adrian Blackwood, Julian’s uncle, stepped into the room. "Zara, what happens to the plan now?"
"It’s too late to back down," she said firmly.
"I think," Adrian said, "that we need to kill Lyvana sooner than planned," Adrian suggested. "She is the only one, with the knowledge to destroy our plans, even if she hasn’t remembered it yet."
Andrew looked up. "What about Jasmine? Do I still have to marry her?"
"Of course," Zara insisted. "Once the wedding is over and her family properties are in your name, you can divorce her for your pregnant Ava. With that wealth, we can finally erase Julian Blackwood for good. And you can take your rightful place beside the chairman and as the new Boss."
Andrew only gave her a dry smile. How would he explain to her mother that he had fallen in love with Lyvana. The same person he was supposed to kill.
"Now," Zara said. "Tell me Adrian. Who is Arthur Reed?"
Adrian froze, his expression hardening. He shook his head quickly. "No one we know. Likely just another enemy Julian picked up along the way."
"Find out for sure," Zara commanded, turning her back on them both. "I don’t want any more surprises."
Meanwhile, where was Arthur Reed. He was on a private plane to the ranch of one of his buddies.
Was he angry? That didn’t even cover it.
He was beyond pissed. His blood was boiling, his skin itching with the need to strike back. How dare a pig like Julian Blackwood put his hands on him? How dare he be dragged into a warehouse like common trash? fгeewebnovёl.com
Julian was playing with a fire that could level the entire city, and the fool didn’t even seem to care about the war he was triggering.
Arthur’s grip tightened on the armrest.
Just then, the flight attendant entered, pushing a silver trolley.
"Can I get you something to drink, sir?" she asked softly.
Arthur’s eyes drifted away from the window, and landed on her voluptuous boobs, before he met her gaze.
He slowly licked his lips, his anger turning into a dark, predatory hunger.
"Forget the drink." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a thick clip of hundred-dollar bills, tossing it onto the trolley with a dull thud.
"Do you want to make some extra cash today?"
"What do I have to do?" she asked softly.
Arthur leaned back, a smile spreading across his face.
"Take off your skirt and bend over in front of me," he said casually, as if he were ordering dinner.
She blinked her face turning pink. "Pardon?"
"Oh, you heard me," Arthur chuckled. "Let’s have a little fun."
The girl picked up the money and tucked the cash into her vest pocket.
Without a word, she reached for the zipper of her skirt.
He picked up a drink from the tray and took a slow sip. To him, everyone had a price, and he liked being the one who could pay it.
"Good girl," he whispered.
The girl stepped out of her panties as well and bent down in front of him, naked from the waist down.
Arthur stood up, his eyes tracing her perfect ass and opened pussy.
He took another sip of his drink. Without a word, he reached down and pushed a finger deep inside her.
She gasped, her fingers gripping the edge of the trolley for support. Arthur didn’t slow down; he moved his finger with a slow, rhythmic pressure, watching the way her body reacted to his touch.
"You like that, don’t you?" he murmured, leaning over her so she could feel the heat of his breath against her neck.
She nodded weakly, a small moan escaping her lips. Arthur set his glass down on the trolley and unzipped his pants. He stepped closer until he was right behind her.
He grabbed her hips firmly and pushed into her softness. The girl let out a small cry, then started to moan softly.
He groaned into her ears. "Fuck! You taste so good..."
