She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 492

Inside the police cruiser, a switchblade was pressed flush against the girl's throat. Her face was pale with absolute terror while the man holding the knife kept his gaze fixed on the elegant silhouette disappearing into the restaurant.

"So that's the heiress from Metropia? Traveling all this way with just one bodyguard?"

The low-ranking official in the passenger seat glanced back at the petrified girl with a practiced, indifferent look. "Yeah, apparently she's just here for some special fabric from the factory, so she didn't bring an entourage. She's got nothing to do with you. But seriously, how the hell are you managing your wife? If word gets out that our county is still pulling this kind of stuff, we're all dead."

"It was a total fluke." Wade spat in the girl's face. "Bitch. I thought she'd settle down once she was carrying my kid. I never expected her to make a run for it the second I let my guard down. If she didn't have my seed in her belly, I would've killed her on the spot."

The girl squeezed her eyes shut, crying silently.

"It happens. These trafficked girls always have a trick up their sleeve, though I didn't see this coming from yours." The official gave the miserable girl another glance before changing the subject. "I heard you gave the new house you just bought to your brother? I gotta say, your brother is so crippled he's basically useless. Throwing him a bone is one thing, but why go out of your way for him?"

"My brother lost his legs because of me," Wade muttered darkly. "I owe him. As for my share, I'll earn it myself."

The person from Metropia had promised him two million once the job was done. That kind of money was more than enough to build a massive villa in this county.

Meanwhile, the little incident had blown over, and Loyce was enjoying dinner at the finest restaurant in Yavon County. Yarden was being exceptionally accommodating. "Our local tourism has been booming lately, and a few new scenic spots have just opened up. Your timing is perfect, Ms. Lonsdale. I'll arrange a local guide to show you the beauty of our mountains tomorrow."

"I'm primarily here to resolve the fabric issue," Loyce replied smoothly.

Yarden's smile faltered just a fraction as he feigned a look of deep regret. "I absolutely want to do everything in my power to help you, but it's genuinely out of our hands. The Yavon Loom Factory exclusively supplied Élégance and Bloomberry, under Alicia Seabrook's management. But recently, Bloomberry unilaterally severed ties with several factories, ours included."

Loyce nodded. "I see. That was a hasty decision on my part."

At her admission, the other officials at the table exchanged subtle, mocking glances. In their eyes, Loyce was already stamped as a brainless, pretty-faced heiress who had no idea how to run a business.

Yarden seamlessly chimed in, "Alternatively, you could reach out to Alicia directly. If she gives the green light, we can draw up a new contract."

Another official added, "Why don't you give her a call right now? After all, she's your family. If you just lower your head a little, I'm sure anything can be smoothed over."

Before Loyce could even respond, Yarden was already dialing Alicia's number. "No time like the present. I'll ask her right now."

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