Chapter 485: Chapter 485 Assassination

Luna Williams’s hand was fractured, and she was wailing in pain. Maverick Williams was so panicked that he yelled and quickly had someone send Luna to the hospital for X-rays.

Ted Williams, who had witnessed the entire scene from a dark corner, pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose and smiled with a slight curl of his lips.

His eyes shimmered thoughtfully before he took out his phone and dialed a number.

When the call connected, an angry voice came through, “Why didn’t you tell me Liam Cloud was there as well?”

Leaning against the wall, Ted’s eyes narrowed with a cold glint, “I didn’t know he would come.”

“…”

After a few seconds of silence, the person on the other line scoffed and asked, “What do you want from me?”

“A favor…”

After hearing Ted out, the person went silent for a couple of seconds, “How does framing Maverick Williams benefit you?”

“He was the one who didn’t treat me like a person first. Why should I let him have an easy time? The Lewis and Williams families fighting benefits neither of us.”

“I don’t wish to be part of your feud. All I want is for Hope Williams to disappear.”

Ted’s lips curled slightly, “That works out perfectly; we each have our own goals, each taking what we need.”

“Hmph, but all the effort and the people come from me, and I nearly got discovered by Liam Cloud. Where is your sincerity?”

“When you need something in the future, just ask.”

…

Waiting for Waylon Lewis’s return, Hope Williams couldn’t sleep out of worry. Holding a cup of warm water she’d poured for herself, she paced out of the room.

The vast mansion was empty and desolate, with the sound of her footsteps, “tap tap tap,” echoing inside the house. Sighing lightly, she decided to wait for Waylon in the living room.

Just as she was heading downstairs, two black-clad bodyguards appeared from the opposite direction. They were on patrol, and though Hope didn’t intend to pay much attention, she noticed from the corner of her eye their gaze sweep over her, then quickly shift away.

Hope looked at them with a hint of suspicion. Seeing nothing unusual, she was about to look away when she noticed that the two bodyguards subconsciously touched their waists.

It was the gesture of someone reaching for a gun.

Hope’s brow twitched subtly as she kept her eyes on them.

Whether from nervousness or an instinctual sense of danger, Hope moved a couple of steps to keep a distance from the two men.

Seeing her behavior, they exchanged glances and moved closer to Hope, respectfully calling out, “Madam.”

Hope raised her brows slightly and nodded, her gaze covertly shifting to the bodyguard standing downstairs.

“Madam, aren’t you going to go upstairs and rest?”

“Are you on patrol?”

“Yes, madam, the master has ordered us to ensure your safety.”

Hope nodded, “Carry on…”

The very next second, the cup in her hand unexpectedly dropped to the floor, Hope let out a cry of alarm, followed by the crisp sound of shattering glass as it hit the ground.

The bodyguards downstairs, hearing the noise, swiftly turned their attention upwards.

It was at this moment that Hope called out, “Waylon Lewis, you’re back.”

The two bodyguards in front of her promptly spun around to look, and without a second’s delay, Hope turned and dashed upstairs, shouting, “Help!”

“We’re screwed, that woman’s onto us…”

Their faces turned vicious in an instant, “Chase her.”

“Who is it?” Realizing something was wrong, the bodyguards downstairs quickly rushed up.

Hope ran into the nearest room at top speed.

She quickly locked the door behind her.

Loud sounds of fighting were already coming from outside.

Hope clutched her wildly beating chest, her forehead breaking out in a fine, cold sweat.

That was close. Those two weren’t Waylon’s bodyguards; their gun-checking motion was clearly a subconscious preparatory action for an attack.

And Waylon’s bodyguards generally referred to her as Mrs. rather than Madam.

These assassins had disguised themselves as patrolling bodyguards, hoping to quietly make their way upstairs to deal with her.

Since there were more bodyguards downstairs than upstairs, it would be easier for them to act upstairs.

They just didn’t expect her to suddenly leave her room and come downstairs.

Who were they?

Sent by Maverick Williams?

Was Maverick enraged and now seeking to finish her off?

The only possibility that came to mind regarding the current assassination attempt was Maverick Williams.

With that thought, a dark gleam crossed the depths of Hope’s eyes.

But then she thought, Maverick Williams needed her bone marrow donation for Luna, why kill her now?

Hope’s mind was in turmoil, unable to settle down and think it through.

The noise outside gradually subsided, but footsteps could still be heard.

Hope leaned against the wall next to the door, her hands involuntarily tightening.

She wanted to call Waylon, but her phone wasn’t in this room.

Hope bit her lip, and just at that moment, the doorknob suddenly twisted from the outside.

The door was locked, and she knew that such a door couldn’t stop a skilled assassin if they truly wanted to get in.

Hope’s heart leapt once more, anxiously watching the doorway, grabbing a nearby ornament to use for self-defense.

The person outside seemed unwilling to give up, persistently twisting the handle.

Hope’s heart was pounding in her throat.

“Hope, it’s me.”

Hearing the familiar voice, Hope hesitated for a second and then without hesitation went forward to open the door.

The moment she opened the door, Hope saw the tall and imposing man in front of her. His brows were tightly furrowed, and his face was grim with worry as he looked at her, “Are you hurt…”

Hope stepped forward and threw herself into his embrace.

“Waylon Lewis.”

The moment the soft body flung into his arms, Waylon Lewis tightened his embrace, his large hand cradling her waist as he forcefully scrunched his brows, “Are you hurt?”

Hope shook her head vigorously, “I’m fine.”

Liar.

How could she be fine?

Waylon Lewis could feel her trembling body; she must have had quite a scare.

But she claimed to be fine, not wanting him to worry.

Thinking this, Waylon Lewis felt an urge to kill out of heartache.

Waylon took a deep breath, suppressing that burning fury as he held her even tighter, eager to provide her with a sense of security. His voice was tender and pained in her ear, “Don’t be afraid, it’s over now.”

Once Hope calmed down a bit, Waylon Lewis let go of her and looked at her slightly reddened eyes. The anger that was just suppressed flared up again in his eyes.

“Boss, we’ve caught them.”

Nolan and another man had captured the two fleeing people, tying them up and throwing them on the ground.

Hope looked at the two men disguised as bodyguards, her face grave.

Waylon Lewis’s deep, dark eyes coldly fixed on them, and he asked with a thin lip, “Who sent you?”

The two men clenched their lips, clearly determined not to speak.

Waylon Lewis’s eyes narrowed, “In an hour, I want an answer.”

Nolan nodded, “Yes.”