My Husband's Betrayal My Brothers' Revenge (Rebekah) novel Chapter 211

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to check on Rebekah."

"No!" Candice suddenly shouted.

Benjamin paused, looking at her in confusion.

Realizing she'd lost her composure, Candice quickly explained, "I just went to see her. She threw me out and swore that as soon as she's free, she'll find that man to help her get revenge. I really don't think you should go down there right now."

The mention of "that man" darkened Benjamin's expression. She really did have another man on the side. The whore!

He shot a disgusted glance at the basement door and returned to the dining table. Candice quietly sighed in relief.

Meanwhile, Jensen was waiting at the gate of the Forrester estate. He leaned against his car, his expression as dark as a stormy sea, his silver hair seeming to ripple with his impatience.

The butler emerged from the estate and approached him. "I'm sorry, sir, but the young mistress isn't home."

"Is she really not here, or have you locked her up again?" Jensen's voice was bone-chilling.

Even for a butler who had served Old Mr. Forrester for years and witnessed countless dramatic scenes, Jensen's menacing aura was unnerving. "...She's really not here," he stammered, his earlier confidence gone.

Jensen straightened up and walked toward the butler. "Where's Benjamin?"

The butler didn't recognize Jensen. Hearing him ask about the couple one question after another, he instinctively assumed he was there to cause trouble. "May I ask what business you have with our young master and mistress?"

"You've gone too far! I'm calling the police!" the butler roared, shielding Hortensia.

Jensen casually tossed the stone in his hand, bending slightly to look down at them. His face was devoid of any warmth, but the sinister glint in his dark eyes was enough to send a chill down their spines. "If anything happens to Rebekah, I will make your lives a living hell."

It wasn't just a threat. His eyes were bloodshot and filled with a terrifying rage, as if he were a man capable of unspeakable evil.

The butler swallowed hard, too afraid to provoke him further. Even Hortensia just clutched her bleeding mouth, staring at him in terror, unable to speak.

Just then, Jensen's phone rang. It was his assistant. "Mr. Hawthorne, I've found her. Miss Fletcher was taken by Benjamin to his private villa."

After hanging up, Jensen didn't spare another glance at the two on the ground. He got in his car and sped away.