Chapter 316 Breaking the Door
Heavy clouds hung low on the mountainside, and the 30-foot-tall iron gates of the Russell Mansion glinted coldly in the twilight. The air was thick with a stifling tension, making it hard to breathe.
Suddenly, a blinding flash of lightning split the sky, followed by a deafening clap of thunder that seemed to shake the earth itself.
The storm rolled in, and rain began to pour down in torrents. The bodyguards behind Emma were prepared, opening umbrellas to shield her from the rain, but her hair still caught the dampness in the air.
Emma reached out, catching the rainwater that dripped from the edge of the umbrella. The cold water pooled in her palm before she tilted her hand, letting it fall. The hem of her black trench coat was lifted by the mountain wind, revealing a taser glinting with a metallic sheen at her waist.
The fingerprint lock emitted a piercing alarm, and the electronic screen flashed a warning. Four bodyguards stepped forward simultaneously, their riot boots crushing the wildflowers growing between the stone slabs.
"Break it down."
As soon as Emma said, the surveillance cameras atop the gatehouse swiveled, and thirty-six infrared beams crisscrossed like a spider's web. The hinges groaned, and twelve security guards filed out in formation.
Emma's nails dug into her palm. The Russell family must really be on their last legs to deploy their most prized twelve guards. In all the years she had been married into George, she had only heard of these twelve guards but had never seen them. Now, they were being used as mere security guards.
But there was no other choice. Michael had already fired all the regular security and cleaning staff under the guise of the Russell Group.
"Let me in."
"No."
"Then we'll force our way in."
The thought of George possibly sleeping with her belongings made her sick to her stomach. Today, she was determined to reclaim everything that was hers!
Her aromatherapy diffuser and the carefully blended essential oils had a calming effect on the mind. George didn't deserve to use things that belonged to her!
"Mr. Russell isn't here. Please leave."
The lead bodyguard suddenly pressed his earpiece, "Ms. Taylor, the surveillance shows movement in George's room."
The words were like a stone thrown into a still pond, causing the twelve guards to simultaneously reach for their waists. Emma seized the moment to step forward, ready to force her way in.
"Stop her!" A shrill scream pierced through the rain, and Scarlett, with dark circles under her eyes, emerged from the villa.
The guards encircled Scarlett, their riot shields interlocking to create an unbreakable barrier. Emma drew her taser, blue arcs of electricity crackling in the rain.
The tension was palpable, and it seemed like a fight could break out at any moment.
Just then, Charles emerged from the villa and spoke in a commanding voice. "Stand down. Let Emma in."
The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority. The guards immediately stepped aside, "Yes, sir."
Emma looked up to see Charles standing at the villa entrance, leaning on his cane. His gaze was deep and imposing, his figure towering in the rainy night.
"Emma, come in." Charles's voice was calm, but there was a hint of kindness in it.
Emma put away her taser, took a deep breath, and walked towards the villa. Just as she was about to step inside, Scarlett suddenly rushed out, blocking the doorway, her face livid with anger.
"Dad, how can you let her in? She brought people to break into our home, and you're just going to let it slide?" Scarlett's voice was sharp and filled with discontent.
Charles frowned, his voice low, "Enough, Emma is not an outsider. Let her in."
But Scarlett refused to budge, standing firm in the doorway, her voice hysterical, "No! I will not allow her to step foot in this house!"
Emma's brow furrowed slightly, "Mrs. Scarlett Russell, I'm only here to take my things. I won't stay long."
Scarlett let out a cold laugh, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "There's nothing here that belongs to you! Stop pretending to be pitiful and get out!"
Emma clenched her fists, her nails almost digging into her palms.
See, this was the attitude. Whether Emma was truly pitiful in the past or strong now, Scarlett had never shown any kindness. Emma couldn't understand if she and Scarlett were enemies in a past life.
Why was Scarlett always targeting her?
But Emma still wanted to show Charles respect, then she suppressed her anger, "Mrs. Scarlett Russell, I don't want to argue with you, but I must take my things. If you insist on stopping me, don't blame me for being rude."
Scarlett's face turned even more livid. She raised her phone, her voice threatening, "Emma, you dare threaten me? Fine, I'll call the police. Let's see if you dare to be so brazen when they arrive!"
She quickly dialed the emergency number.
But just as Scarlett was about to press the call button, a low, cold voice came from the rain, "Mom, stop."
Everyone turned to George walking through the downpour, his entire body drenched, but his gaze was cold and resolute. He strode up to Scarlett, snatching the phone from her hand, his voice carrying an undeniable authority, "I'll handle this. You don't need to get involved."
Scarlett's face turned pale, and her voice was filled with disbelief, "George, I can't believe you're taking her side! She took your CEO position and brought people to break into our home, and you're just going to let it go?"
George said, "Please, go back to your room and rest. I'll take care of this."
Scarlett's eyes flashed with anger and disappointment. She yanked her hand away from George, "Fine! You're all siding with her. I won't interfere anymore! Do whatever you want!"
With that, she stormed back to her room, slamming the door behind her.
George took a deep breath, turning to Emma, his voice tinged with weariness, "Emma, come in. I'll help you find your things."
Emma's eyes flickered with a mix of emotions, but she said nothing, simply nodding and following George into the villa.
The rain continued to pour, thunder rumbling in the sky. This storm was far from over.
George didn't often stay at the Russell Mansion, but everything he needed was there.
Emma glanced around, but her aromatherapy diffuser was nowhere to be seen.
"What are you looking for?" George asked.
"My aromatherapy diffuser."
George's gaze was heavy as he slowly reached into the inside pocket of his coat and pulled out Emma's diffuser.
A few days ago, he had rushed into a fire to save some items and had been hospitalized for a few days due to his injuries. But without Emma, his insomnia had returned.
The doctors had tried everything, but George couldn't sleep.
So Joshua, knowing George's habits, had brought Emma's diffuser to the hospital, allowing George to finally rest.
Upon learning the whole story, Emma smirked.
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