Chapter 312 The Death of Wilmer
Since I needed Nicholas's help, I had to move fast. The moment I stepped out of the police station, I dialed his number.
When he picked up, my heart was pounding.
"Diana, what brings you to me this time?" Nicholas's deep voice sounded like he was in a good mood. But I didn't have time for small talk.
"Godfather, my daughter Skylar is missing, and the police can't find her." My voice cracked as I mentioned Skylar.
"What happened? Tell me everything." Nicholas's voice had a hint of curiosity.
I quickly spilled the whole story to Nicholas, getting more emotional as I went on, almost breaking down by the end.
Nicholas was quiet for a moment after I finished, then he said coldly, "Come to my house. We'll talk in person."
I hung up and, with my heart racing, drove straight to Nicholas's place. The winding road up the hill was beautiful, but I couldn't care less with Skylar's safety on my mind.
I floored it, speeding towards Nicholas's place.
Finally, I arrived. The heavy iron gate looked cold and intimidating, surrounded by high walls.
Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I reached out and pressed the doorbell.
"Who is it?" A deep, cautious voice came through the intercom.
I quickly explained why I was there, and the gate slowly opened. A stern-faced butler glanced at me without expression, then turned and gestured for me to follow.
The whole estate was eerily quiet. I followed the butler carefully, each step feeling heavier than the last. As we entered the main hall, the light dimmed suddenly.
Nicholas was sitting on a large sofa, idly playing with a smooth gemstone. He seemed engrossed in the gem, not even looking up as I walked in.
My attention was immediately drawn to Wilmer, who was kneeling in front of Nicholas. His head was bowed, back slightly hunched, trembling like a scared bird.
"Wilmer, what are you doing here?" I asked, my voice rising with confusion.
Wilmer slowly turned his head, and I caught a fleeting look of terror in his eyes. He quickly looked away, lips tightly sealed, not saying a word.
A sense of dread washed over me, and I clenched my fists instinctively. After a moment's hesitation, I cautiously approached Nicholas.
Standing before him, I tried to steady myself, but my voice still trembled uncontrollably. "Godfather, I'm sorry to bother you."
Nicholas didn't respond immediately. He slowly lifted his gaze, his cold eyes briefly meeting mine before returning to the gemstone, as if I were merely an inconvenience.
I couldn't help but wonder if he was upset about my previous refusal to have bodyguards or if he didn't want to get involved in Skylar's case.The hope that had sparked in my heart felt like it had been doused with ice-cold water. I even started to regret asking him for help.
The silence in the room was suffocating, like time itself had stopped.
After what felt like forever, Nicholas finally set the gemstone down on the coffee table. His gaze shifted from the gem to Wilmer, his voice low and commanding. "Explain what happened."
Wilmer's head hung even lower, almost touching the floor. In a barely audible voice, he recounted the events of the previous day.
Though Wilmer spoke softly, each word felt like a knife to my heart, causing sharp pain.
When Wilmer finished, Nicholas turned his scrutinizing gaze to me. "Diana, is this true?"
I nodded mechanically, unable to find my voice, my throat tight with emotion.
Nicholas's eyes grew colder as he looked at Wilmer, his voice icy. "You were supposed to protect a child, but you failed. What good are you?"
The quiet intensity of his voice was terrifying.
Wilmer's body trembled violently, his head bowing even lower as he stammered, "I've let you and Ms. Cooper down. I deserve to die."
"You certainly do," Nicholas interrupted.
Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, plunging the hall into a deathly silence. Wilmer's body fell forward, blood pooling rapidly on the marble floor, spreading like a crimson flower.
I stood there in shock at the sudden change, my mind blank. I wanted to scream, but no sound came out. As I watched the blood spread, I felt my strength drain away, my body becoming stiff and numb.
Nicholas stood up, calmly dusting off his clothes as if brushing away invisible specks, then sat back down on the sofa.
He crossed his hands over his chest, looking at me coldly. "Diana, I just punished my most trusted bodyguard. Are you satisfied now?"
I struggled to regain my composure, my voice urgent and sincere. "Godfather, I'm truly grateful for your help. I know you have the connections and the power to bring Skylar back safely."
I choked up. "I came here to find Skylar, to bring her home safely. I never wanted Wilmer to die!"
Nicholas cut me off coldly. "Are you trying to tell me what to do?"
His question made me tense up, and I quickly shut my mouth, not daring to speak further. The hall fell silent again, the only reminder of the recent violence being Wilmer's cooling body.
Nicholas resumed playing with his gemstone. Growing impatient, I pleaded, "Godfather, please help me find Skylar. She's everything to me. I have no other options."
I looked into Nicholas's eyes, hoping for his agreement.
Nicholas's gaze remained cold. "Do you understand what it means to find Skylar? Do you know how much manpower, resources, and money it will take to find her?"
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