Chapter 85 Confrontation
It was raining outside, and the sound of raindrops hitting the ground could be heard under the eaves.
The room was dark, with only a faint light coming in from outside. Lillian looked around fearfully. This place seemed like a small warehouse.
She made an effort to sit up, straining to hear any noises from outside. Apart from the rain, there was silence.
She leaned against the wall, wondering who had tied her up. She had no grudges with the people at Sinclair Villa. Could it be Alexander? Did he offend someone, causing her to be implicated? If that was the case, she was truly unlucky.
This trip to Biarritz had been a nightmare, one after another.
"Rhett, she's already in the warehouse. Yes, I'm watching. Don't worry." Suddenly, a man's voice could be heard on the phone.
Rhett? Lillian frowned. Could it be that Rhett? If so, it made sense. Alexander and Rhett had their conflicts, and she became the scapegoat.
Lillian thought, 'Where was Alexander? Hadn't he noticed my disappearance?' Lillian cried out in her mind.
Time passed, and the rain outside grew heavier, accompanied by thunder and lightning. Lillian huddled in the corner, feeling even more afraid.
Suddenly, the door opened, and two burly men walked in. "Who are you? What do you want?" Lillian screamed in fear, "Don't approach me."
The men approached, one squatting down to untie the ropes on her feet while the other stuffed a cloth into her mouth and covered her head with a bag.
Lillian tried to shake her head, but it was futile.
They dragged her up and escorted her out of the warehouse, where a car was waiting.
Lillian was pushed into the car, sandwiched between the two men, and she couldn't help but cry. Where were they taking her? Are they planning to kill to silence her? The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became, and her muffled sobs could be heard through the cloth.
"Shut up!" one of the men beside her shouted.
Lillian trembled in fear, too scared to make a sound.
"Don't scare her. Rhett is counting on her to turn the tables," the other man said.
"Her crying is really annoying!" the first man said. "I just shout, and she can't be scared to death!"
The car sped forward, and after more than twenty minutes, it came to a stop.
Lillian was led out of the car by the men. She could hear the sound of the waves, and in the distance, it seemed like there was also the sound of a ship's horn. She listened carefully and confirmed that this was a dock.
They took her onto a ship and into a cabin, where one of the men pushed her onto a sofa. The bag over her head was suddenly removed, and the bright light made her squint her eyes. After a moment, she adjusted to the light.
Rhett greeted Lillian," Hello," his face closed, and he helped her remove the cloth from her mouth.
"Oh my god!" Lillian recoiled in fear, her voice trembling.
"Don't be afraid; I'm not a monster," Rhett said with a smirk.
"Why did you tie me up? What did I do to you?" Lillian's voice trembled.
"It's not you who offended me; it's Alexander," Rhett said, his expression turning cold.
Lillian thought, 'Fine, I knew the problem must be with Alexander!'
"Lillian, you don't have to be afraid. I won't hurt you," Rhett said softly.
"I just need your help," Rhett said.
"What is it?" Lillian asked, her voice trembling.
"It's a simple matter; you'll know soon," Rhett smiled, reaching out to pat her cheek gently. "Don't be afraid."
After Rhett finished speaking, he turned and sat across from her, eyes closed, holding a cigar in his hand, looking remarkably calm.
Lillian was restless. What was Rhett planning? How could she help him? Was he waiting for Alexander in this manner?
While she was lost in thought, voices suddenly came from outside. Moments later, Alexander walked in through the storm, his hands bound, followed by Rhett's subordinates.
Lillian turned her head to look at him, her eyes filled with panic. Alexander looked at her coldly, then turned his gaze to Rhett.
"Alexander, you came quickly. You really care about your wife," Rhett said, opening his eyes and looking at him with a smile that wasn't a smile.
Alexander's expression was serious, and he said, "Why involve her in our affairs? Let her go, and we can settle things between us."
Rhett stood up, poured a drink from the liquor cabinet, and walked back. He said smilingly, "What? Are you feeling sorry for her now? Don't worry, Lillian hasn't been wronged in my care."
Alexander glanced at Lillian, and apart from fear, there were no signs of injury on her face.
"Rhett, we're in Biarritz now. If something really happens and Braxton finds out, it won't be good," Alexander said as he looked around.
"That old man? He's getting old, close to death. Do you think I'm still afraid of him?" Rhett sneered. "Alexander, you don't have to use that old man to scare me. I'm not afraid!"
"Alright, if you're not afraid of Braxton, then you should be afraid of Quinn, right?" Alexander advised. "If Quinn finds out about this, have you thought about the consequences?"
Rhett's expression darkened a bit when he saw Alexander using Quinn to pressure him. "Do you think I'm that stupid to let Quinn know? Rhett said.
There were no outsiders here, and he no longer pretended. He tore off his mask and kicked Alexander's chest in anger, shouting, "I've always had a problem with you! Why should you be better than me? You've always been the center of attention, while I could only live outside with my mom, feeling rejected!"
Alexander was kicked to the ground. Rhett's subordinates were afraid that he would resist, so they pressed him down.
"I'm the first son; everything should have been mine! What are you to compete with me? You can only follow behind me and take what I don't want!" Rhett shouted with red eyes.
Alexander was not affected by the kick. He looked at Rhett and asked coldly, "What is your purpose? Just say it!"
"Haven't you always known my purpose? I want the company, and I want to kill you!" Rhett said through gritted teeth, his voice filled with malice.
Lillian frowned, looking at Alexander with worry and anxiety.
"If you want to kill me, fine, but let my wife go. This has nothing to do with her!"
Rhett smirked, "Alexander, when did you become so sentimental? Haven't you always been deeply in love with Kylie? She's been dead for so long, and you haven't found another girlfriend. I thought you had really given up. But now, with Lillian's return, you really treasure her. Don't you love Kylie anymore? Have you forgotten how she died?"
