Chapter 92 Rescue

They stopped in front of Sky Palace.

The young guy lifted his head slowly, staring at the second-floor window with the curtains drawn. "Violet must be feeling pretty good right now, huh? Like she can take on the world, like nothing can touch her."

He had a smirk on his face, but his voice dripped with sarcasm.

The old man stood hunched over behind him, as still as a statue, not saying a word.

The young guy's smirk turned wicked. "Since Violet's so happy, let's let her die happy. Take her out!"

The old man finally flinched, his voice heavy. "If we kill Violet, we might be in great danger. She's the Gray Family's heiress!"

The young guy shrugged. "A useless heiress isn't worth keeping around. Besides, Violet's death won't be on us. People would think Thomas has killed her in a rage."

The old man frowned. "Shouldn't we think this through?"

The young guy snorted.

The old man swallowed his words and said, "Give me a moment."

He walked straight into the villa.

Upstairs, Violet had just finished her bath. She didn't check her phone, so she sat in the bedroom. Feeling too shy to wear pajamas, she changed into a long dress and turned off the lights.

Hearing footsteps outside the door, she turned around, too scared to look.

The door creaked open.

The footsteps got closer and closer.

Violet's heart pounded, and she stammered, "Fergus, isn't this too fast? I'm not ready yet!"

The old man was already behind her, his voice cold. "Sending you off, very soon!"

Realizing it wasn't Fergus' voice, Violet spun around in horror, seeing a dark figure looming over her. She screamed, "Who are you!"

The old man didn't answer, just reached out and grabbed her face, twisting hard.

Her neck snapped.

Violet's eyes widened, and she crumpled to the floor.

The old man didn't rush to leave. He checked her pulse, and only after confirming she was dead did he leave the room to report back.

"It's done!" The young guy grinned. "Violet's dead, Thomas will follow, and the family will be in chaos."

He laughed as he turned and walked down the hill.

Meanwhile, back in the bedroom, there was a sharp crack as the jade pendant Fergus had given Violet shattered.

In a brightly lit farmhouse on the outskirts of town...

Inside, Jessica was tied to a chair, a towel stuffed in her mouth. Her eyes were wide with terror, and she struggled violently, but the chair didn't budge.

It was welded to the floor.

Tyler was fiddling with some equipment in front of her, finally finishing up.

He looked at Jessica, mocking her. "Ms. Henderson, what's with all the noise? Eager, are we? Don't worry, I'm here to keep you company!"

Jessica tried to speak, but all that came out were muffled sobs.

At that moment, Jessica wished she were dead.

Tyler turned to the camera, waving. "Fergus, it's Tyler. Never thought we'd meet like this. After what you've done to me, I'm taking it all out on your fiancée. Watch closely!"

Tyler turned back to Jessica, walking towards her step by step.

Seeing him approach, Jessica's eyes widened even more, and her struggles grew frantic. The terror in her eyes turned to desperate pleading.

Tyler yanked the towel from Jessica's mouth.

"Mr. Shaw, please don't touch me. I'll give you anything you want, just please don't touch me!" Jessica begged, her words tumbling out in a rush.

Tyler didn't care, slapping her hard across the face.

He sneered. "All I want is to have my way with you!"

"Fergus, you seeing this? I'm hitting your fiancée, and she's begging me for mercy!" Tyler felt a twisted sense of satisfaction.

Ever since Fergus showed up in Tarynville, Tyler's plans had been falling apart. First, his schemes against Sophia got wrecked, then the mess at the stables—nothing was going his way.

"I beg you, please!" Jessica cried, tears streaming down her face. "Mr. Shaw, your family is the new elite in Tarynville. You can have any woman you want, please don't touch me. I can give you money; how about a hundred million dollars?"

Jessica was desperate, not knowing what else to do.

Tyler slapped her again, standing over her with a smug look. "Jessica, beg me, beg me to hit you!"

Jessica's hair was a mess from the beating.

Tyler suddenly grabbed her hair, shaking her violently. "Beg me, beg me, beg me! Fergus, does it hurt? Do you want to kill me? But this is just the beginning!"

As he spoke, he started tearing at Jessica's clothes.

"No!" Jessica screamed in terror, "What you're doing is illegal, you'll be punished by the law. It's not too late to stop now, don't make things worse!"

Tyler squinted his eyes. "In my life, I don't know what worse means. Fergus, you let a horse trample me at the stables. Today, I want you to see how I ruin your fiancée!"

With that, he began to undress Jessica.

"No!" Jessica screamed again. Seeing Tyler not stopping, she gritted her teeth and cursed, "Tyler, you'll die a horrible death. If you touch me, I won't let you go even if I die!"

Tyler slapped her three more times, crazily saying, "Not let me go? Now, I won't let you go first!"

He turned to the camera. "Fergus, watch closely. Now, I'm going to make your fiancée wish she were dead!"

Just as Tyler finished speaking, the door suddenly swung open.

Fergus walked in, his voice calm but menacing. "I'm watching. What do you plan to do?"

Tyler froze, his hair standing on end. "Fergus? What are you doing here!"

Logically, Fergus should be at Sky Palace now. Why was he here?

"Fergus, save me, save me!" Jessica shouted quickly. She had never felt so reassured by this man in front of her, like a sudden beam of light.

Fergus looked at Jessica, seeing her condition, his face darkened. "In my life, I despise two kinds of people the most. One is those who raped women, and the other is those who hit women. You are both!"

"What are you going to do?" Tyler snapped out of it, quickly running behind Jessica and holding her in a chokehold, panicking. "Don't come any closer, I'm telling you, don't come any closer. If you do, I'll strangle her!"

Jessica was instantly choked, unable to breathe.

Fergus shook his head. "Are you kidding? It takes at least three minutes to strangle someone, and a normal person can't break a neck. Before you strangle Jessica, I have a hundred ways to kill you."

Tyler panicked even more at his words, his mind going blank.

Taking advantage of Tyler's momentary lapse, Fergus stepped forward in two strides, punching Tyler in the chest.

Tyler flew backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Tyler tried to get up and run, but found his strength drained, immediately kneeling and begging. "Fergus, I was wrong. This was all under the orders of Mr. Zimmerman. Please, give me a chance."