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Chapter_178
Frankie moved swiftly, taking three quick steps toward Nathan. His eyes were cold, his posture filled with disdain as he sized Nathan up.
“Listen, Nathan,” Frankie’s voice was icy, “Sienna said she wants to break up, and that’s final. You threatening her with a child? Pathetic. It’s embarrassing for a man. As for the baby in her belly, I’ll take responsibility for that, so don’t worry. What era are you living in? You think you’re some kind of domineering CEO, able to control a woman just because she’s pregnant?”
Each word from Frankie hit like a slap in the face. Nathan’s jaw tightened, but his hands remained clenched at his sides. He was seething with rage, but he didn’t move—he couldn’t. Not with Yvette in the room. Her gaze, sharp as a blade, made him feel small and powerless. He could almost feel the weight of her disdain without looking at her.
Yvette glanced up from her phone, her fingers lazily tapping on the armrest. She took note of Nathan’s barely contained fury, an amused smirk tugging at her lips. In the face of his anger, she was the picture of calm. Nathan, though bristling with fury, knew better than to act on it with her around. He had seen what happened to others who dared cross her—he didn’t want to be next.
Frankie, enjoying the sight of Nathan’s discomfort, couldn’t suppress his delight. Yvette was the ultimate trump card, and Nathan knew it. As much as he hated to admit it, there was nothing he could do with her present.
Nathan, however, was too focused on Sienna to pay much attention to Frankie’s taunts. His eyes locked onto her, desperation creeping into his voice as he pleaded, “Sienna, please, come home with me. We need to talk.”
This version of Nathan, vulnerable and earnest, was foreign to Sienna. He was different from the man she had seen the day before—the paranoid, gloomy Nathan who had tried to control everything around him. But it didn’t matter now. That Nathan was gone, and it was too late for them.
Sienna’s expression hardened, and she shook her head, her resolve unshakable. Nathan’s patience snapped. In a moment of frustration, he ignored Yvette completely and reached for Sienna’s hand.
But before he could touch her, the sharp crack of a gunshot split the tension in the room.
A bullet grazed his wrist, sending a jolt of pain through him. Nathan’s eyes widened in shock, and he staggered back, clutching his wrist. Blood seeped through his fingers, staining the expensive carpet beneath him.
Sienna gasped, her gaze flicking to Yvette, who was now holding a sleek, silver pistol with a cold, almost casual grip. Frankie, too, was taken aback by the display, his eyes widening as he registered what had just happened.
Yvette’s ruthless, Frankie thought, an impressed smile creeping onto his face. Nathan’s the heir of the Goodman family, and she shot him like that? Damn, that was smooth. I have to admit, she’s got skill.
Nathan, stunned by the pain in his wrist, glanced up at Yvette. His mind raced as he realized the warning shot was her way of telling him that if he didn’t back off, things could get much worse. She was sending him a message: one more move, and it wouldn’t be just a wound.
Sienna watched in disbelief, her emotions a mixture of relief and shock. She had always known Yvette could be dangerous, but this was something else. For a moment, she felt a fleeting sense of guilt for not stopping Nathan, but it quickly passed. This was the price of his persistence.
Nathan’s face paled, but his pride kept him from showing any weakness. He clenched his jaw, his gaze still locked on Yvette as he fought to suppress the pain. He could feel his anger boiling, but he knew better than to lash out now. Not with her.
“Damn it,” Nathan muttered under his breath, his voice laced with frustration. He had hoped that by humbling himself, Sienna would soften. But now, it was clear: their relationship was truly over.
His posture slumped in defeat. “Sienna,” he said, voice strained, “I hope you’ll think about what I’ve said. I won’t give up on you.”
With that, he turned, ready to leave. But as he passed Yvette, he leaned slightly toward her, his voice a low whisper.
“After all these years, you’re still so ruthless,” Nathan sneered. “Braydon knows about your return to Mysonna.”
Yvette’s eyes met his, cool and unwavering. She didn’t flinch. Her usual lethargy had vanished, replaced by an icy, calculated disdain. Her lips curled into a cold smile, and she didn’t say a word. But her silence was all the answer Nathan needed. He knew his words had hit a nerve, and yet, her lack of reaction only unsettled him further.
Yvette finally spoke, her voice low and ominous. “If you don’t want anyone to inherit the Goodman family’s secret business, I won’t mind personally helping your family deal with Braydon.”
Nathan’s heart skipped a beat. He knew what she was implying—and it sent a chill down his spine. Yvette wasn’t just dangerous; she was ruthless to the core. Braydon’s name echoed in his mind, and he understood the threat in her words all too well.
His eyes flicked toward the door, and with a deep breath, he forced a sarcastic smile, attempting to regain some semblance of control. “You’re so ruthless, Ms. Zeller,” he said through gritted teeth. “Braydon still has the scar on his face from five years ago. You killed him then—surely you can finish the job now. But don’t forget, he’s different now. He controls the Goodman family’s underworld. I expect he’ll be here soon.”
Nathan waited for Yvette to flinch, but she didn’t. Her expression remained as cold and unreadable as ever. His frustration reached its peak, but he refused to show weakness. He needed to leave before things escalated further.
After a tense pause, Nathan stormed out of the villa, his exit as abrupt as his arrival.
As the door closed behind him, Frankie’s voice rang out, sharp and sarcastic. “Hey, that carpet I got from the auction is worth at least a million dollars. Pay up, Nathan. As the Goodman family’s elder son, you won’t deny it, will you?”
Nathan’s pulse quickened. His wrist throbbed, and the sharp pain sent another wave of fury through him. He stopped, the sarcasm cutting deep, and with gritted teeth, he pulled out a check, writing 1.5 million dollars. He tossed it to the ground without a second glance, muttering, “Take it and shut up.”
Without another word, Nathan left the villa, his exit as bitter as his defeat.
Inside the villa, the three remaining occupants watched in silence. Yvette remained expressionless, her eyes fixed on the spot where Nathan had just stood. Sienna felt a sense of relief wash over her, and Frankie, unable to suppress his excitement, let out a low chuckle.
Outside, Nathan’s car sped toward the Goodman family hospital, the driver keenly aware that something significant had happened. The air in the car was tense, and Nathan’s thoughts raced. Who dared lay a hand on him? He had heard of Yvette’s reputation, but this was a whole new level.
As the car descended the mountain, Emmett and Chris were returning to the villa after their errands. Their cars passed each other, and Emmett’s eyes narrowed as he spotted the Goodman family’s car speeding past them.
“That’s strange,” Emmett muttered. “The Goodman family’s car went down toward the area where Mr. Chavez bought that land. They’ve only got the villa now… have the Goodman family members gone there?”
Emmett shared his suspicions with Chris, and both men exchanged a glance.
Alarmed, Chris urged the driver to speed up. “Let’s get back, quickly. We need to check on things.”
