Divorced The True Heiress Gets It All novel Chapter 615

Chapter 615

Chapter 615

Aria suddenly thought of Flynt, the one who had come to Torrenia with them.

They exchanged a glance, instantly grasping each other’s thoughts.

If Flynt were here and had teamed up with Damon, he would surely know about Aria’s connection to White.

Owen’s eyes darkened slightly. “White might have fallen into his hands,” he said.

Flynt was proving more formidable than Owen had anticipated. His real target was Madelyn.

Aria nodded. “Highly likely.”

During their time in Huthailia, Flynt hadn’t made any significant moves. He just showed up occasionally to rub people the

wrong way.

Aria knew he harbored no killing intent toward her, so she didn’t pay him much mind.

She had investigated Flynt and knew he was more than he met the eye, but never connected him with Damon.

Owen sent the coordinates to the mercenary squad, urging them to hurry. “Don’t worry,” he said calmly. “Let’s check it out

first.”

They pressed on, only reaching the marked location as dusk fell.

Staying hidden in the shadows, they scanned the area through binoculars.

White knelt weakly before the tent, his body covered in wounds and his hands bound tightly behind his back. Two armed guards stood watch beside him, their vigilant gazes scanning the surroundings.

Aria tightened her grip on the binoculars until her fingertips turned white. “Let’s wait for the mercenary squad before making a move,” she murmured.

Owen took her other hand. “He’s not in immediate danger,” he reassured her. At least White was still alive, a small mercy in

all this.

Aria said gravely, “There are several snipers out there. It’ll be hard for us to get out unscathed.” She couldn’t justify risking others just to save White.

Just then, another figure came into view. Aria’s eyes frosted over. “Just as I thought-Flynt,” she muttered.

Flynt strolled out of the tent, casting a dispassionate glance at White before gazing into the distance.

Damon had just caught up when Flynt ordered in a commanding tone, “Contact your people and check the situation.”

Damon, annoyance flashing across his face, sneered, “What’s the rush? There’s no way they could find this place so quickly.”

Flynt shot Damon a disdainful sidelong glance. “Know why you’ll always be second to Russell and never the official heir?”

He leisurely adjusted his cuffs, his voice light and dismissive. “Because you’re both stupid and arrogant.” The insult was delivered with brutal frankness.

Damon’s face darkened abruptly. “Who do you think you are, bastard? How dare you lecture me?”

Flynt countered with a mocking smile. “A bastard who can still stand here debating with you. As expected, Mr. Damon

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Remar, you’re as useless as ever.”

Damon bit back his retort as a sniper’s laser sight grazed his face.

Flynt had brought four snipers this time. ‘Not worth it,’ Damon told himself, forcing down his anger.

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