I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 717

Steven's impossibly handsome face turned utterly grim, his expression severe as a terrifying fury churned in his eyes.

The thug's stomach was in knots, thinking he had said the wrong thing and was about to get another beating from Steven.

But instead, Steven just looked at him.

"Do one thing for me, and then you can go."

The thug breathed a sigh of relief. "Just give the order, sir," he said with a grin.

"The woman you think I'm on good terms with—bring her to me tonight. By any means necessary."

The thug looked astonished. "Are... are you serious? Don't go telling me I was too rough and hurt her, and then throw me in jail again. I'm scared, Mr. Lancaster."

"Do I look like I'm joking?" Steven said, his face a mask of indifference. "I'll tell you where she is. If you don't have her here by morning at the latest, you can spend the rest of your life behind bars."

The thug's expression tensed immediately. "Don't worry, Mr. Lancaster, I'll get the job done right!"

With that, he was led away.

Steven stared out at the dark, starless sky, a violent flame of rage seeming to ignite in his chest, spreading quickly and uncontrollably.

"In this final lifetime, you still won't grant me peace?"

A cool breeze swept by, fanning the flames of his anger even higher. He took out his phone and made a call.

"Gordon, what's the status?"

Gordon replied instantly, "Mr. Lancaster, we've located her, but... Ms. Garcia is at your brother's house."

"A few days ago, on the day your wife had her accident, it seems your father sent people to punish her. Your brother rescued her and brought her back to his villa to recover. It might not be easy to get her."

"Spread the word. Anyone who tries to stop me is making an enemy of me," Steven said, his narrow eyes glinting, his voice as cold as ice. "I'm sending a man over to you. Tie her up if you have to, but get her here!"

"I want to see her tonight. I'm not waiting until tomorrow."

The palpable coldness and killing intent in his voice made even Gordon tremble on the other end of the line. "Yes, Mr. Lancaster."

Inside the hospital room, I forced myself out of bed. The pain in my lower abdomen had lessened considerably. My baby was sometimes fragile, but at other times, stronger than even me.

I went to the bathroom, completely unaware of what had just transpired outside my door.

A large, clean mirror hung on the wall. The person in it was so thin she looked like a gust of wind could blow her away. Her palm-sized, exquisitely beautiful face was drained of all color, her lips pale, looking utterly exhausted.

I stared at my reflection, a bitter smile touching my lips.

Somehow, I had managed to mess up my life this badly again.

Verna. She had cut off my path to life twice.

My hand gently rested on my stomach as I whispered, "Baby, if your father sides against me again, what... what should I do?"

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