Chapter 402 What Is This Taste?

Heather hit the deck hard, her knee got messed up, and she twisted her back.

She was sprawled out, wincing in pain, trying to get up but failing miserably.

She spat out, "Ryder, you traitor! You actually hit me!"

Then Heather hollered at the maid. "It hurts like hell, help me up! Can't you see I'm down here?"

The maid was shocked at first, then scrambled to help Heather up!

The maid had just gotten Heather halfway up when Ryder suddenly kicked out and tripped Heather, sending her crashing back down.

She let out a scream of pain!

Ryder, with a stone-cold look, said, "Did I say you could get up?"

Heather was fuming.

She'd been running the show for almost seventy years, always calling the shots, but Ryder kept knocking her down a peg.

She couldn't take it!

Heather lay there, lifting her head with a stiff neck, glaring daggers at Ryder. "You jerk! How dare you treat me like this, with no respect? You'll pay for this!"

Ryder sneered, then stepped forward, lifted his right foot, and stomped on Heather's cheek in front of everyone!

He said coldly, "You framed me and Sarah. Even if I end up in hell, I don't care. Got a problem with that? If you're not happy, try getting up and hitting me. If you can touch my knee, you win!"

This was a total blow to Heather's pride!

She almost lost it, screaming, "Curse you and your family! The devils of hell will take you away!"

While cursing, Heather reached out to grab Ryder!

But she was old, her arms were short, and her head was pinned down, so no matter how much she flailed, she couldn't touch Ryder, looking totally ridiculous.

The maid wanted to step in, but Ryder's glare made her back off!

After flailing for a bit, Heather was exhausted, lying there panting heavily.

Her old face turned red from the effort!

Only then did Heather realize things were way worse than she thought!

Today, Ryder was out for blood!

If she kept resisting, she might not make it out alive!

With her 70th birthday coming up, she had to save herself!

So, the once proud and tough Heather softened up and started to negotiate. "Ryder, let's keep this civilized. No need to take it this far, right?"

Ryder's foot stayed on Heather's cheek, and he said coolly, "Civilized? I think I'm being pretty civilized right now."

Heather was on the verge of tears, feeling helpless and overwhelmed.

But she tried to keep her cool and said, "Ryder, don't get worked up, I get it. But listen, the whole thing with killing Kenneth and framing you was all Sandra's doing. At my age, how could I be involved in that? At most, I just knew some details!"

Ryder sneered, "Some details? You were itching for Mark to go off on us!"

Heather felt a pang of guilt and kept her mouth shut.

Ryder pressed on, "Cut the crap. Where's Sarah? Spill it now!"

Heather looked totally lost. "Huh? Sarah's missing? Where?"

Ryder narrowed his eyes. "You don't know? Or are you just playing dumb?"

Heather started crying, "I swear, I don't know! I've been busy with my 70th birthday plans. I haven't kept tabs on Sarah. I really don't know anything!"

Ryder frowned, thinking it over.

'This old bat doesn't seem to be lying!'

From what Ryder knew, if Heather had Sarah, she'd have used her as leverage by now, not backed down!

So who took Sarah?

Could it be Sandra?

Ryder snapped, "Where's Sandra?"

Heather replied, "She left early this morning, I have no idea! If you want to know about Sarah, ask Sandra. It's got nothing to do with me!"

Heather was quick to pass the buck, even if it meant throwing her own daughter Sandra under the bus.

When it came to life and death, her own skin was all that mattered!

"Even if you didn't say it, I'd still go find her!"

Ryder finally lifted his foot off Heather's cheek.

Heather let out a sigh of relief, thinking nothing was more important than staying alive!

Just then, a red car screeched to a halt at the old house.

A woman stormed out, marching into the yard, cursing, "Ryder, you bastard! I'll strip you of everything and skin you alive! Don't let me catch you again!"

It was Abigail!

She'd just been humiliated by the cops for a traffic violation and rushed back to the Johnson family house for help!

But as she walked into the yard, she froze.

A dozen men in black were standing around!

In the main hall, Heather was sprawled out on the ground, looking a mess!

And there was Ryder, standing over her with a cold look!

Ryder!

Feeling wronged and furious, Abigail lost it.

Pointing at Ryder, she yelled, "Ryder, you dare show your face here? We haven't settled our scores yet. You owe me big time!"

Ryder turned, giving her an impatient look. "Stupid woman, I don't have time for your crap. Get lost!"

"I'll fight you!" Abigail shouted, ignoring the men around Ryder.

She charged forward, fist raised, ready to swing at Ryder!

But she was too worked up and didn't watch her step!

As she passed the main hall entrance, she tripped over the threshold!

"Ouch!" She fell flat on her face!

And her hand landed right on Heather, who was still on the ground!

Her fingers slid down and, by some freak accident, ended up in Heather's mouth!

Heather blinked in shock, then frowned.

What the heck was this taste?

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