Divorced The True Heiress Gets It All novel Chapter 618

Chapter 618

Chapter 618

“Why does this scene feel so familiar?’ Damon thought, his eyes widening in realization.

Damon stared in shock. “You’re the Black Rose of the Blood Association?”

Neither Aria nor Flynt paid Damon any attention.

Aria’s voice was flat. “Are we done yet?”

“Not quite yet,” Flynt smirked.

Flynt ordered his men to bring over a pair of custom-made fine-chain ankle shackles. With a smirk, he said, “Ms. Saxon, since you’re so good at escaping, we’ll need a few extra layers of insurance.”

When Flynt knelt down to shackle her, Aria took a step back. “I’ll do it myself,” she said firmly.

“Fine,” Flynt said, rising to his feet and offering Aria the ankle shackles.

Aria took the shackles, crouched down, and with two sharp clicks, locked them securely around her ankles.

Flynt said, “Time to go, Ms. Saxon.”

Flynt’s tent wasn’t large, but it was remarkably well-equipped. Inside the tent stood a woman in her thirties.

Flynt instructed in Torrenian, “Cindy, make sure she’s well looked after. Inform me immediately if she needs anything at all.”

Cindy replied respectfully, “Yes, Mr. Hartley.”

Flynt glanced at Aria, only to find her already lying on the bed, eyes closed in rest. With a soft chuckle, he turned and exited

the tent.

Damon was waiting outside the tent. “Flynt, what the hell are you playing at, keeping that woman around?”

Flynt said, “She’s never going back to Huthailia. She’ll stay by my side for good. And it won’t affect my deal with the Wolfshade Syndicate.”

Flynt’s tent stood right beside Aria’s. He lifted the tent flap, stepped inside, and settled down. With practiced ease, he reached for the coffee cup at his side and began his brewing ritual.

Damon stood outside, glaring at Flynt, thinking the guy was utterly pretentious. “You’d better make damn sure she doesn’t escape,” he snapped. “Otherwise, you’ll foot the bill for every loss.”

Flynt drawled, “No worries.” Damon snorted in disdain and turned on his heel.

Flynt looked at Damon coolly and warned, “Damon, I’d advise you against going after Owen impulsively. You’ll just get yourself killed.”

Damon stopped in his tracks and scoffed, “If you keep dragging your feet like this, you’ll never climb the ranks.”

Damon muttered to himself, “If I don’t blow off some steam soon, this anger is going to eat at me for months.”

Flynt didn’t bother to argue further. The odds were slim, but if Damon did succeed, it would only benefit him.

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1:17 pm

Chapter 618

After an hour’s trek, the seven members of the Wolf Regiment caught up. As the two groups confronted each other, Owen ordered Flynt’s men to leave. Flynt’s men left, weapons in hand.

Skinny and the others crowded around. “Cap, where’s Ms. Saxon?”

Owen’s expression turned icy. “Skinny, Ashen, stay. The rest of you escort White back to Huthailia safely.”

Skinny asked urgently, “Cap, what’s the plan?”

“First, eliminate Flynt’s men. Then wait for Damon to walk into our trap.”

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