Mated to the Mad Lord-Chapter 231: Pick The Knife

"My lord!" Kevin, the guard, opened his mouth to speak again after a long moment of silence, standing beside Vazer, who stared forward but didn’t speak.

"Would you like me to resend the letter to Lord Cain?" he asked, feeling he had no choice but to inquire, especially after Vazer suddenly became silent without uttering a single word.

He was surprised to get a response as Vazer immediately shook his head at him without turning to look at him.

"No!" Vazer responded, his voice still as cold as ice and as hard as steel. "Cain already gave his response!" he said, his fists balled together by his sides as he continued to stare at the coffins in the ground.

He and Cain were simply partners, but Vazer had expected that, seeing the letter he sent, Cain would respond and show up for him when it mattered the most—only to be completely ignored.

Anger was an understatement as he felt a huge wave of bitterness erupt from his chest. He continued to stand still under the huge tree before raising his hand to gesture to his guards that the coffins should be covered.

They immediately responded without hesitating for more than a second to do as he asked.

Vazer immediately turned around to leave but had only walked a few steps when he heard his phone vibrate in his left pocket. Pulling it out, he saw that it was a message—one that generated no reaction from him whatsoever.

’If you want your precious sister to continue to live...at the next meeting, you will agree for Cain to be attacked.’

’If you disobey...I’ll send you her body in pieces!’

He tossed the phone to Kelvin, who walked beside him the very moment he was done reading it, even as he continued walking forward out of the graveyard, past rows of other dead people who had been buried in the ground.

"Find out which number it was sent from and trace it if you can!" he said in a tone devoid of hope, since he was already sure that Javi was behind it all. Even if it pointed to him—which it wouldn’t—Javi would already have a plan in place.

Vazer had just gotten into the back seat of his car, even as his bodyguards got into the other cars, when he turned his gaze to the side, staring out the window as the car began to move.

He could attack Javi with all the resources he had, but without knowing his sister’s whereabouts—which could be anywhere in the world—it would mean that she would die.

Worse...he would have to pay for the crime of openly killing Reds, which was against the rules set down by the council and something punishable by death.

Javi knew this...which was why he was acting in such a brazen manner, aware that unless there was evidence, there was nothing Vazer could do to him.

Placing his head against his arm, Vazer couldn’t help but frown the moment the thought crossed his mind that, for all he knew, his sister could already be dead, and Javi was simply toying with him.

"Don’t head back to the house!" Vazer suddenly opened his mouth to give the order, the last thing he wanted to do was to return home. "Head to the Evergreen Hotel instead! We’ll be staying there for the foreseeable future!"

But he had just spoken when Kelvin, who would rather hold his tongue, felt the pressure to speak.

"But my lord...it’s not safe! You could be in danger!" he said, only to be completely ignored as Vazer turned his head to stare back at his environment without responding, not seeing a need to after giving his order.

If anyone else should be concerned, it’s Javi and Cain! he internally thought to himself, his eyes burning with hatred and pain toward Javi for killing his family and Cain for ignoring him when he needed him the most.

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Fiona had been convinced that arguments were something that happened regularly between couples—something normal that could be resolved amicably without resorting to extreme means.

Moreover, William loved her...he wouldn’t hurt her, was something she had been convinced about until the next morning when she had tried to step out of her room only to find it locked.

It was insane!

For a second, she thought it was nothing but an honest mistake made by a servant as she banged on the door, relieved to hear keys in the lock the next moment before the door was pulled open to reveal her two guards.

She was just about to speak, only to pause as she realized that, compared to their usual expressions, they were much colder and didn’t even turn around to look at her as one of them opened his mouth to speak.

"The lord has ordered that you are not allowed to step out!"

The words were like a slap to her face as her lashes fluttered in shock, taking a step back to stabilize herself.

"Wh-what?" the words barely out of her mouth when she heard the guard continue.

"Whatever you need can be ordered using the servant bell by your door! We can let servants in, but you aren’t allowed to take a step outside this room!"

But the more he spoke, the nastier her expression became as she glared at him with an arrogant expression, her head raised with pride as her eyes threatened to bore into his.

"I want to speak to William!" her tone even colder than his and much more authoritative. "Now!!!!" she raised her voice as her body shook, threatening to keep her anger under control.

The audacity with which William thought that he could lock her up was disgusting. Yes, she knew that it was for her safety, but it reminded her too much of her father—a reminder that he was on top and she was beneath him, something she had assumed she would never have to experience.

Touching her belly and the child she was expecting, she knew she should delve more into it and why William thought it was okay to treat her in such a manner, but at that moment, she didn’t care.

"I need to speak to him!"

"I apologize, my lady, but Lord William left the mansion very early this morning!" he said, indirectly responding that it would be impossible for her to meet with him.

But the guard had just finished speaking when Fiona exploded in a fit of extreme anger, her face burning red in obvious fury.

"I REFUSE TO BE—" but she had just raised her voice, about to march forward, when the door was suddenly slammed in her face, with the keys jiggling in the lock in a way that showed that the door had been locked.

Regardless, Fiona was too pissed to stay still as her expression only worsened and her voice got much louder, threatening to scream the room down.

Of course, it didn’t work, and the door refused to be opened. Fiona had no choice but to quiet down, her face turning to the side to the kitchen knife that was on her dressing table where she had eaten a bit of dessert.

A rare idea popped into her head, even as the anger within her only doubled in intensity. She immediately backed away from the door and moved closer to pick the knife up.