Never See You Again (Sergio and Maeve) novel Chapter 281

Chapter 281 

Clara tried to approach Sergio. However, he halted her and said in a disgusted tone, “Two million dollars for Maeve’s life, and using the child in your belly to become my wife…. I never knew you were this kind of woman!” 

“Sergio…” Clara trembled, tears pooling in her eyes. 

“This is all a setup! It’s not true… 

Maeve watched Clara’s attempt to justify herself with cold eyes. 

However, no matter what she said, Sergio wouldn’t believe her. 

Maeve spoke calmly, “I’ve left the evidence for you, including recordings. You can investigate thoroughly. Since Clara’s carrying your child, I leave her punishment to you.” 

She then turned to Zayla and said, “Let’s go.” 

“Yes, Ms. Scott.” 

As Maeve prepared to leave, Sergio reached out and grabbed her arm from behind. In that instant, she recoiled as if repulsed by something vile. She withdrew her hand, shooting Sergio a cold glance, then suddenly remarked, “Before we go, cancel the funeral. It brings bad luck ” 

“Alright, Ms. Scott.” Zayla obeyed. 

Zayla blocked Sergio and stated coldly, “Mr. Brooks, please know your boundaries.” 

Sergio narrowed his eyes dangerously. “Who do you think you are? How dare you stop me?” 

Immediately, Larry led a group of people surging in, blocking Maeve’s path as well. 

Maeve furrowed her brows slightly. 

This was one of Sergio’s typical tactics. He was used to abusing his authority in Seathburn City, and no one had ever dared to stand in his way. 

“Maeve, stay. Don’t force me.” Sergio’s tone carried a threat. 

Maeve turned around and chuckled. “And what if I don’t?” 

At that juncture, they heard the footsteps of a large group coming from outside the church. 

Larry sensed trouble and quickly sidled up to Sergio. “Mr. Brooks, I think it’s Zion’s men.” 

Outside the church, Zion’s men were all dressed in black uniforms, each adorned with the emblem of the Spencers family. 

Although the Spencer family had been dormant for years, no one in Seathburn City dared to stand in their way. 

Zion wore a white shirt and military boots. He stood beside Maeve like a towering figure. 

Behind him, twenty of his men added to the palpable tension that filled the church. 

“Mr. Brooks, you can’t have all the fun without me, now can we?” Zion quipped, slipping on his gloves. “My boys are itching for a fight. It’s been too long.” 

“Zion?” Sergio glanced at Zion, then at Maeve. It was as if he understood something.