Chapter 476 Would You Kill Me to Avenge Yvette?
Dust hung heavy in the air, swirling in the shafts of sunlight that pierced the ruins. The world felt unreal to Violet, as if she were trapped in someone else's nightmare.
A cold wind swept through the wreckage, kicking up ashes that clung to Violet's trembling body.
"Albert." She hadn't expected him to find her so soon. Fear rooted her to the spot, her gaze darting away from his eyes.
"You know why I brought you here, don't you?" Albert's voice was calm and measured, but the weight behind it was unmistakable.
A shudder ran through her. The memory came rushing back: the sudden drowsiness at the spa, the masseuse's cryptic words. Of course—Albert had paid off the staff, drugged the oils and incense in her room. That was why she'd slept so deeply, why she'd woken up here, barely clothed, with no idea how she'd been moved.
Tears welled up in Violet's eyes, her voice breaking. "Albert, I'm so cold. Could you please—"
Albert's lips pressed into a thin line. He stared at her, unmoved.
"Does this place look familiar?" he asked coldly.
Violet masked her panic with practiced innocence. "What? Here?"
She glanced around, feigning shock. "Is this… the place from the news? Where Yvette died? Why did you bring me here?"
At the mention of Yvette, Albert's expression darkened, fury flickering in his eyes.
"You set her up. You killed her." His voice was like ice. "Of course I had to bring you here."
"That's not true!" Violet shook her head violently, her denial desperate. "I swear, Albert, it wasn't me! Even if I had the nerve, I could never do something like that!"
Albert's black eyes bore into her, cold and impenetrable.
He didn't argue. Instead, his gaze narrowed. "The news reports. That was your doing, wasn't it?"
Violet's tears spilled over. There was nothing left to say—he already knew.
She choked out her confession, voice trembling with grief and bitterness. "I never meant for the story to go public, but when I saw what Yvette did to you… I just couldn't stand it. I care about you so much, Albert. I couldn't watch you suffer in that toxic marriage, or see your reputation destroyed because of her!"
She loved him too much to let Yvette ruin him, to see him lose himself over and over again for a woman like that.
Women like Yvette deserved to disappear, to be erased from Luken forever.
"Albert, I just wanted you to see what she'd done to you. She betrayed you—she's the daughter of your mother's killer! Why can't you let her go?"
Albert's eyes, already rimmed with red, now blazed with barely contained rage.
He shot to his feet, fury radiating from every line of his body. "You don't get to decide when I let go!"
Violet's voice was hoarse with tears. "Is that why you brought me here? To kill me? To avenge Yvette?"
Albert's voice was a low, dangerous growl, like a threat whispered from the shadows. "That's the idea."
Violet's heart broke. "Albert, do you remember—when we were together, you'd fly all the way from Avalonia just to be the first to wish me happy birthday. And now, you'd kill me for her?"
She sobbed, her pain and accusation hanging in the thick, acrid air.
Albert's eyes were cold and merciless. With a flick of his hand, the man standing nearby stepped forward and seized Violet's chin in a brutal grip.
Pain shot through her face. "Mm—"
Albert moved closer, his disgust evident. "Tell me. Where is Yvette?"
Violet froze. She shook her head, tears and saliva mingling as she struggled to speak. "I—I don't know!"
"Then give me the factory surveillance footage you found."
A flash of surprise crossed Violet's face. So Albert hadn't gotten to the footage first.
She bit her lip, refusing to answer.
Albert's lips curled into a cruel smile. "If you're not going to talk, what use are you to me?"
He stepped back, looking down at her as if she were nothing. "Do it."
Those two words sent a jolt of terror through Violet. She knew Albert was capable of anything—even killing her.
The enforcer's grip shifted from her chin to her throat.
"Wait!" Violet cried out. "I don't know if Yvette is alive or dead, but I only bought the footage because I didn't want you to keep searching for her, to keep torturing yourself. I have it! It's with me!"
Albert raised a hand; the enforcer stopped.
He arched an eyebrow. "With you?"
"Yes! I destroyed the original files, but I watched the video—I memorized every car that passed by. Let me go, and I'll tell you everything once I'm safe!"
Desperate, Violet broke free, scrambling through a shattered window. Jagged glass tore into her leg, blood spilling down her skin. She bit back a scream, forcing herself to keep moving.
Barefoot and bleeding, she ran.
Not far away, a car was parked in a hidden alley. Inside, Vincent spoke in a low voice.
"Mr. Valdemar, it seems she doesn't have any leverage left."
Albert watched Violet's frantic escape, his eyes cold and predatory—a lone wolf stalking its prey.
He pulled out his phone and dialed.
"Well?" came Rebecca's voice.
"She's no use to me anymore," Albert said quietly. "She's yours. Do as you please."
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