Chapter 413 Into the Wolves‘ Den
The bodyguard asked, “Mr. Henry, everything all right?”
“It’s fine. Drive.”
Eliza looked at the bodyguard, then at Henry seated beside her. She said deliberately. “Mr. Henry, your bodyguard sure is bold, talking to his boss like that.”
Henry replied blandly, “My bodyguards have always been outspoken. I hope you weren’t offended, Ma, Que.
The car drove steadily toward the Foster family estate.
Eliza hadn’t expected Henry to take her there.
What kind of move was this?
She’d just broken off the engagement a few days ago. The Foster family probably hated her guts by now.
Walking into that place now? She’d be lucky to come out in one piece.
The moment the car door opened, it wasn’t a bodyguard standing there–it was Wendy.
Unlike last time, the car had pulled into one of the lower levels of the underground garage, where the air was damp and suffocating.
Wendy peered into the back seat at Eliza. “Ms. Sue, we meet again.”
“Well, this is a surprise. Where are you planning to lock me up?”
“Lock you up? Don’t be so dramatic. My brother just wants to ask you a few questions.”
Wendy’s tone was polite, even friendly.
But that didn’t mean the others would be.
““Henry, you don’t need to worry about the rest. I’ll personally take it from here,” Wendy said dismissively.
She didn’t even bother to glance at Henry as she addressed Eliza. “Right this way, Ms. Sue.”
Eliza instinctively turned to look at Henry.
He made no move to follow.
Her gaze darkened.
Wendy led her upstairs. The moment they stepped into the living room, the expressions on the Foster family members‘ faces turned predatory.
They looked at her like a pack of wolves staring down a rabbit.
Each one more eager than the last to tear her apart.
“Well, would you look at that Ms. Sue, gracing our home with a visit.”
“Quite the shock, considering how dramatic that break–up was.“.
Chapter 413 Into the Wolves‘ Den
“I’ve been getting calls all week asking about the Broken engagement. It’s been a real hit to my reputation.
“Sure, the Sue family is powerful overseas, but maybe don’t be so arrogant on our turf
Eliza recognized these people. She’d met them before.
She ignored their chatter and kept her face calm.
Wendy looked her over with some amusement. “Impressive composure, Ms. Sue.”
She was already in the wolves‘ den, and yet she didn’t flinch.
That took nerves of steel.
Wendy brought her up to the second floor–again. Eliza remembered this hallway. Mr. Feliz’s study was up here.
Last time, she’d felt pressure.
But this time?
It was straight–up dread.
Mr. Felix was no kind soul.
After that public press conference abroad, where Tristan had unilaterally called off the engagement… Eliza knew he wouldn’t let the instigator off easy.
“She’s here,” Wendy said as she shoved Eliza through the door.
This time, the moment she stepped in, a crushing pressure bore down on her like a physical weight.
It was like she was being swallowed whole.
The young assistant who’d stood beside Mr. Felix last time stepped behind her and kicked her sharply in the back of the knee.
Her leg buckled.
Eliza hit the ground hard.
“So much for all the hype. She’s nothing special,” the assistant sneered.
Mr. Felix’s voice rang out with biting coldness. “Thought you had more fight in you.”
Eliza looked up at the white–haired man sitting at the desk.
He looked ancient. Honestly, he resembled Henry’s grandfather more than his father.
“Mr. Felix, this is bullying. An old man like you picking on a young girl?”
“You think I’d hesitate to bully someone who dares reject my family?” he said coolly.
“I’ve always been a fair man. When you were my chosen daughter–in–law, I gave you a lot of leeway. But now? You’ve rejected us. That makes you an enemy of the Foster family. And I treat enemies very differently.”
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