Chapter 445

Victor Lefèvre's stomach growled. He lunged at Lily Savigny like a starving wolf. "Money... give me money... I'm starving..."

Lily dodged with disgust, her red lips curling into a venomous sneer. "Good! Starve to death! My mother must have been blind to think you were reliable! Go beg your precious niece for money—she's right inside!"

Victor's bloodshot eyes turned toward the New Frontier Group building.

This had once been his kingdom.

Here, he had commanded respect, basking in the admiration of his subordinates.

"This is mine... all of it!"

"Too bad you were too stupid to keep it," Lily taunted. "Stella Valentine took it all back. Otherwise, you'd still be living in luxury."

Just then, Stella emerged from the building, carrying a laptop.

Her tailored business suit accentuated her elegance with every movement.

Lily leaned close to Victor, her voice dripping with malice. "See that? A single piece of her jewelry could feed you for months. That watch, those earrings, those shoes... take them, and you'll never have to worry again."

Victor's breathing turned ragged, his eyes wild with desperation.

"She stole all of that from you," Lily goaded. "Go on—rip it off her. Take back what's yours!"

With a feral roar, Victor charged at Stella.

Lily excitedly raised her phone, ready to capture the spectacle—

A hand knocked the phone from her grasp.

She whirled around, fury twisting her face—until she saw who stood before her. Her entire body trembled. "M-Mr. Atlante..."

The man's icy gaze could cut through steel.

Lily stammered, "Mr. Atlante, this wasn't my fault! We agreed to deal with Stella together—why are you backing out now?"

Silence. The air around him turned frigid.

Lily paled. "I-I'll try again tomorrow! I'll make Stella hand over her shares! Just... please don't send me back to prison..."

A familiar figure approached. "Boss, we've got him restrained."

"Send him to the psychiatric ward."

"Yes, sir."

"And her?"

"Already in the car. Guards are watching her discreetly."

"Don’t let her notice."

"Understood."

Lily's pupils shrank in realization. "You're not Vincent Atlante... You're—"

Adrian Roland didn't even glance at her. "Clean this up," he ordered Vincent Astor.

Vincent bowed. "Yes, sir."

A wheelchair was brought over, and Vincent carefully helped Adrian into it. "Rest in the car, sir. We'll handle this quickly."

Adrian frowned. "Make it swift."

"Understood."

Only then did Lily realize she was surrounded.

"What are you doing?" Her voice shook.

Vincent smirked. "The boss said to be 'swift.' As long as you're alive, Mrs. Roland will never have peace."

"Vincent Atlante forced me into this! Go after him!"

"He won't escape either." Vincent cracked his knuckles. "Lily Savigny, those four extra years were a gift. Time to pay it back."

"You wouldn't dare! We're in public!"

Vincent signaled the bodyguards. "We're law-abiding citizens. Everything will be done legally."

Lily was forced to the ground, shrieking. "Let me go! Vincent will save me! Ugh—"

A rag was shoved into her mouth. "Too noisy," Vincent muttered in disgust.

As the guards hauled her into a car, Vincent climbed in last. "To the police station."

One of his men hesitated. "Vincent Atlante might bail her out."

Vincent stared out the window at the passing scenery. Softly, he said, "That's why the boss said... to be 'swift.'"