chapter 174

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At that moment, the gates of the Lachlan residence lay in tatters.

A group of men in black barged in. The man in the lead emanated a menacing aura that resembled a king going to battle. His imposing air alone had people backing away from him in fear.

“Who are the lot of you? How dare you trespass on the Lachlan residence?” The Lachlan family’s bodyguards wanted to stop them, but they were severely outnumbered.

Worse still, the other party’s bodyguards were all well–trained. They were not their match at all.

After a few rounds of fighting, all the bodyguards of the Lachlan family were laid out on the ground.

Nathaniel led his men right into the house. Seizing the butler, he demanded coldly, “Where is Christina. confined?”

The butler was scared out of his wits. “In the basement.”

As though discarding a piece of trash, Nathaniel flung him away and headed toward the basement.

The butler instantly phoned the head of the family, Dagon Lachlan, to inform him about the situation. “It’s bad, Mr. Lachlan! Someone broke into the house to rob and vandalize!”

“Who is that audacious person? I’m coming back right away!”

It so happened that Dagon was having lunch with a few friends from Jadeborough with ties to the underground circles. When they heard that trouble had transpired at the Lachlan residence, they promptly offered to follow him back to help him teach the intruders a lesson.

Readily accepting their support, Dagon rushed home with three or four big shots.

Nathaniel found the basement in no time. The instant he pushed open the door, the coppery stench of blood hit him in the face strongly.

His brows creased, and unease swamped him. “Christina?”

Christina was huddled in a corner. It was not until she laid eyes on the man that she trotted over. “I think I killed someone, Nathaniel.”

She could not be sure of that, but Wulfric had been bleeding incessantly.

Nathaniel went over and checked the man over before remarking impassively, “He isn’t dead.”

He would not be worried even if Wulfric were dead since it was entirely self–defense.

Shrugging off his suit jacket, he draped it over Christina’s dainty shoulders and scooped her up. “It’s all right. We’re going home.”

Christina nodded blankly, never having expected him to force his way in to save her.

Just as they left the living room, they unwittingly bumped into Abigail, who had just returned.

“Why are you out and roaming about, b*tch?” She had planned on imprisoning and starving Christina for a few days. When the latter had no strength left to put up a fight, she would then torture her.

A layer of frost blanketed Christina’s eyes. She’s the woman who brought me to such a place!

Nathaniel’s expression was chilly and stony. Radiating a wintry aura that reminded one of a snowstorm, he barked furiously, “The Lachlan family has got some guts to make a move against my woman!”

“It was your woman who hit my son first! You’re being wholly unreasonable!” Abigail found nothing wrong with her actions.

That b*tch is at fault for making the first move!

“Save me. Mom…”

A weak voice drifted into the air. It was Wulfric, who had crawled out on his broken legs.

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