CHapter 240


    The house was alive with a fierce argument


    “These two brats am Larson’s charity cases, we’re not exactly short on kids. What’s the harm in


    keeping them around?”


    The middle–aged woman wound up her fist and took a swing at Luther’s face, “Who knows if this is


    the fruit of your infidelity? How did you treat the Grubers before? Now you’re getting your


    comeuppance! That’s what you get for conspiring with Arthur Gruber to off the old boss!”


    “Come on, that mess with Larson and the other guy had nothing to do with me!”


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    So the death of the Shadow Dragon Society’s old boss wasn’t an ident? Malvina held her breath


    in shock.


    Luther wasn’t about to take it lying down. He pped the woman back, grabbed her hair, and


    smashed her head against the wall, “Keep yapping, and neither of us will make it out alive. The


    Grubers might be gone, but the Schnabels are still very much in y!”


    The two grappled and scuffled, filling the room with the woman’s piercing scams.


    Ten minutester, themotion inside died down.


    Luther kicked at Yvonne, whose mouth was now sealed with ck duct tape, and took a drag on his


    cigarette, “How did this girl get in touch with you?”


    The woman on the floor, whose hair was a tangled mess, gasped for air and rolled her eyes, “You


    mean this kid from Duncan Gruber and my sister Queenie? Queenie didn’t dare let her husband find


    out, so she was raised under the Schnabels‘ rool. Now that she’s locked up, the kid’s been dumped


    on me.”


    Gagged, Yvonne couldn’t utter a word in response to this revtion.


    What did they mean?


    Her biological mother wasn’t Larson’s wife but Queenie, the woman who contacted her every day?!


    But Queenie was just a high school dropout tumed housekeeper!


    If it wasn’t for Ashlyn bringing her to the Schnabels to work, she’d probably still be jobless in some


    backwater town.


    And she was her mother? Yvonne couldn’t ept it!


    Luther nced at Yvonne, “She looks like your sister. I thought she could ydy at the


    Schnabels, and it turns out that she’s got no game. All your sister’s scheming to snatch away Ms.


    Noe from the Schnabels was for naught”


    “You think the Schnabels are pushovers? Larson sent men to take down Ms. Schnabel, and look


    how that turned out. My sister tried every poison in the book on the Schnabel n and got


    nowhere.”


    Outside, Ulrich and Malvina’s eyes were wide with disbelief.


    Queenie had even tried to poison the Schnabels?


    The middle–aged woman was still dredging up the past inside the door, “I gave Ashlyn so many


    ways to torment the Schnabel daughter–inw, hoping one would leave her and the kids with a


    lifelong ailment. But never had I imagined that Ashlyn could be so useless. And all she sent to


    seduce Tristan while the Schnabel daughter–inw was in Jabor–all Larson and Arthur’s doing–


    didn’t make a dent.” She continued, The Grubers and Larson even tried nting spies around


    Marcel, but no avail”


    Luther snorted, “If this girl and her mother had been of any use, the Schnabels would’ve met the


    same fate as the Grubers. We gave her so many Nourishment Pills to take to the Schnabels, all for


    nothing”


    Yvonne was on the verge of a breakdown while listening. Were they telling the truth?


    The Gruber family was either dead or in jail, their assets seized. And the Nourishment Pills were


    always Larson’s ording to Luther.


    The door was kicked open, and the man standing there, who was radiating menace, aimed a cold


    gun at Luther’s head.


    “Don’t move, or you’ll be off to meet your maker” The man imed.


    “Who who are you?”


    Who was this intruder?


    Had he overheard their entire conversation?


    Luther’s gaze darkened as he thought of these.


    Malvina peeked out from behind Unch, “Long time no see, huh? You asked me toe find you,


    and now you’ve forgotten?”


    “Malvina? What are you doing at the Pocks‘?”


    Ulrich pulled the trigger, and the silenced gun’s bullet pierced the air, wounding Luther and the


    woman in the leg.


    As the estate scrambled to deal with the explosions elsewhere, no one paid any mind to the events


    unfolding here.


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    Yvonne saw Ulrich and began to wriggle desperately, hoping he’d take her away from this ce.


    She didn’t want to be the child of a bodyguard and a housekeeper anymore!


    If she could just plead with Ulrich, he’d surely soften and take her back to the Schnabels.


    Ulrich stepped on Yvonne’s reaching hand without a nce.


    “Go find what you’re here for; I’ve got this covered.”


    “Alright, Dr. Schnabel, be careful.”


    Malvina stormed into Luther’s bedroom and began to rummage with a loud sound,


    While waiting for Malvina, Ulrich wasn’t in any rush. He turned around, found a stool, sat down and


    held a delicate scalpel in his well–defined hand, I have zero patience, so pill the beans now, or I


    can’t promise that you’ll walk away from this alive.”


    The manor was all aze after the recent explosion, Ulrich’s handsome face, half in the firelight and


    half hidden in the darkness, was a far cry from his usual elegant image. His gaze swept over Luther


    with an intensity that made his heart jolt with fear.


    “After all, with the ruckus at the Larson estate tonight, a few extra bodies won’t cause much of a stir.


    Ulrich said.


    Luther writhing in pain, looked at Ulrich with eyes wide with terror, “You’re from the Schnabels? How


    did you find me? I swear I don’t know anything about it–it was all Larson’s doing…”


    “You were saying Larson wants everyst Schnabel six feet under?”


    It seemed the Grubers and Larson had been scheming for quite some time, lying in wait for the


    Schnabels‘ downfall.


    Luther dared not speak the truth. If he’d known a Schnabel was lurking outside, he wouldn’t have


    dared reveal anything.


    “You heard wrong! I never said that–it’s all lies…” As Luther spoke, he sidled back, and without


    Ulrich noticing, he hit the panic button!


    A piercing rm echoed through


    through the manor, capturing everyone’s attention.


    Even Larson, busy managing the aftermath, heard the sound and tumed sharply toward its source,


    “What’s that racket? Something must have happened. Take some men and check it out. Luther


    wouldn’t hit that thing without good reason. Arm yourselves, and don’t let a fly escape!”


    “Understood!” A squad of armed guards rushed toward theer of the row of townhouses.


    Malvina burst from the house, clutching a box, and grabbed Ulrich’s arm, pulling him toward an


    escape.


    “Dr. Schnabel, we’ve gotta bolt! He hit the rm–that’s bad news! The Grubers had one too, if we


    don’t leave now, we’ll be caught in the st!”


    Malvina knew all too well about the Gruber family’s devices.


    The sound of that dreaded rm made her skin crawl


    Luther desperate to keep his secrets, was actually willing to take Ulrich down with him.