Chapter 627: Chapter 627



As dawn crept in, the sky shifted to a pale, washed-out gray. Michael peered through the curtains, his gaze sharp and assessing as he surveyed the grim scene outside. Even after several hours, Wade’s men remained stationed around the castle, their presence a brooding shadow over the place.

The tension in the air was palpable.

Inside his car, Wade lounged with the door half-open, the dome light spilling a soft glow around him. One leg hung casually out of the car as he absentmindedly twirled a handgun, his expression unreadable. Through the long night, none had managed to find sleep.

Just moments ago, Adrian and Joelle had been jolted by a phone call. Rafael, Allie, and Chris were finally nearby, having just touched down. Approaching them was Callan, his concern evident.

“You two should try to rest.”

Joelle massaged her temples wearily.

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Michael nodded, a flicker of relief in his eyes.

“I’ve contacted her. Someone’s on their way to bring her here.”

Minutes later, Liza made her entrance through the back door, her demeanor icy as she fixed her eyes on Joelle. Her posture radiated disdain.

“I never imagined you’d be desperate enough to ask for my help.”

Joelle’s mind flashed back to a time when Liza, though not a blood relative, had been cherished as a prominent member of the Romero family. But Liza had harbored other intentions, weaving a web of lies that ultimately estranged Joelle from Rafael.

Now, Liza stood there clad in a tacky coat, her makeup loud and overdone, her legs sheathed in thin black stockings despite the chill.

Joelle looked away, her voice low but firm.

“Yes, I’m asking for your help. Can you give it?”

“Why not, since it pays well?” Liza settled onto the couch, crossing her legs. “Just to set things straight—if the compensation isn’t substantial enough, count me out.”

“Money’s not the issue here,” Adrian said confidently. Then, fixing his eyes on Michael, he asked, “Did you fill her in on everything?”

Michael nodded silently. He had indeed briefed her about Wade’s dangerous nature before she arrived.

Liza, however, brushed off the caution with a flick of her wrist. “As long as it doesn’t put me in the grave, Wade can take all the blood he needs—just make sure the payment matches.”

Joelle’s eyes locked onto Liza with a stern intensity. “You’re underestimating Wade’s danger. One misstep, and you’re seriously at risk.”

Liza stopped examining her nails and looked up sharply. “What are you implying? I’m putting my neck on the line to help save your son, and you can’t assure my safety?”

“No, we can’t,” Joelle admitted, her face a mask of stoic resolve. “But really, you don’t have much choice in the matter.”

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