Veild Bride : Love From An Enigmatic Husband

Chapter 14

Chapter 14 “Do you think you’re all that just because you’re so powerful and influential?” Violet roared at him immediately. She was not to be cowed. “I’m going to ask you again! Where is my mother?! Give her back to me!” The fiercer she was, the more nonchalant and leisurely Jack showed himself to be. “Jack Yancey! I want you to let my mother go!” Violet was furious. “Why are you bullying her?! Come at me instead if you have the guts!” At that moment, the doors to the living hall suddenly swung open. Violet spun around in alarm. There was a gust of wind; a man moved toward her at lightning speed. She instinctively took two steps back and had to keep her balance. In front of her was a man wearing a long, black trench coat with its collars turned up. His hair was tied into a neat ponytail. He had a cold face and gave an efficient and zealous impression. He was Master Michael Sullivan, Jack’s confidant. Michael surveyed her impassively. His expression was as icy and hard as an iceberg. “Miss Yeager, please leave this place immediately.” “Who are you?” Violet turned around in confusion to look at Jack, who was pouring another drink. It was easy to see that this was one of Jack’s men, judging by his cool and calm demeanor. Before Violet could react, Michael grasped her arm to take her away.

Automatically, she struggled and resisted by punching and kicking. However, Michael had her completely overpowered in just a few moves by turning and locking her arms behind her. She could not move. “You’re no match for him.” “I’m not leaving!” Jack smiled. He casually took a sip of the liquor, thinking about how clueless she was when it came to what she could do. She was a feisty young girl. In addition, she had something she could use against him. It was better to

err on the side of caution. He, Jack Yancey, had never done anything he felt unsure about. The only lapse of judgment he was guilty of was the wedding. “Let me go! You let me go! You’re not that great for bullying a woman!” She was being very noisy. Michael did not wait for Jack’s instructions. He immediately carried the solitary young lady out of the mansion. “Hey!” Michael pushed Violet into a car before climbing in himself. There was already a chauffeur inside, so she had no chance of escape at all. The car immediately drove off the moment the car doors closed after them. “Hey!” Violet could only vent on Michael now that Jack was not around. “Can you guys stop being so inhumane? You’re bullying us because of how powerful you are! Get rid of me, sure, but let me go with my mother! It’s not like I won’t leave!” “Miss Yeager, where do you live? Michael asked in a soft voice and ignored her pleas. “I want to see my mother!” Her voice grew louder; she was going mad. Michael was quiet, as though he had grown accustomed to such situations. ‘If a forceful attitude isn’t working, should I try a softer approach?’ Violet thought. “Mr. Michael, I’m begging you.” Violet held his arm and shook it pleadingly. “You have a mother as well. Can’t you step into my shoes?” Michael’s cold eyes fell on her hands. “Let go.” “I won’t.” Violet looked at him with puppy dog eyes. “Please have some self-respect.” Michael’s voice was full of disapproval towards her behavior. Violet finally let go dejectedly when she saw how immovable he was. Could it be that he would not bring her to see her mother without Jack’s orders? 1/2 11:51 Chapter 14 Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

“Turn right at the junction in front and stop the car after 300 yards.” Violet felt irritated. There was no way she was letting them know where she lived. Michael repeated her directions to the chauffeur. He did not speak again after that. Five minutes later, the car came to a halt according to her directions. Night had fallen. Violet was somewhat hungry and tired. The disappointment at not being able to bring her mother home had also consumed her. Before opening the door to get out of the car, Violet turned around. “Tell Jack to be careful. I’ll look for him tomorrow!” Having said this, she got down the car and angrily slammed the car door. Jack? She was the only one who dared to directly call the president by his name like that, as though it was no big deal. Violet took huge strides under the night sky. The chauffeur was about to drive off. By coincidence, he glanced at the rearview mirror and noticed a few men leaping out from the tall grass all at once. They were holding wooden bats in their hands. It looked like they had been crouching in wait for a long while. They moved fast; they had already surrounded Violet by now.