She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 499

Wyatt rubbed his hands together greedily and agreed without a second thought.

Suddenly, through the deafening roar of the rain, a furious bellow echoed from the house next door: "Help! Somebody help! My wife is making a run for it! Help me catch her! She couldn't have gone far!"

Wade shot a dismissive glance at the seemingly comatose Lucian sprawled on the floor, deciding he wasn't a threat. He grabbed his wife's arm. "Come on, let's go help Silas catch his runaway college girl. The bitch never stops trying to escape. You stay here, brother. We'll be back in half an hour."

The moment Wade walked out, Wyatt's eyes locked hungrily onto Loyce. Impatient, he ripped off his shirt and lunged toward the bed.

But in the next split second, a foot snapped out from the floor, tripping him mid-air. Wyatt went flying, his head smashing brutally into the solid wooden bedframe with a sickening *crack*. He howled in agony.

"Son of a bitch! Wade couldn't even bother to move this piece of trash out of the way..." Wyatt cursed, blindly grabbing for his knife. When he finally looked back, he found himself staring into a pair of impossibly deep, chillingly lucid eyes.

"You're not unconscious?!" Wyatt screamed in terror. He twisted violently, throwing himself toward the bed in a desperate attempt to take Loyce hostage.

He grossly underestimated the girl. With terrifying strength, Loyce didn't even flinch; she simply drove her foot into his chest, launching him off the bed and back onto the hard floor.

Loyce sat up leisurely, crossing one leg over the other, watching him with lethal amusement. "You wanted to touch me?"

Realizing he had walked into a slaughterhouse, Wyatt scrambled to his feet, slashing the knife wildly as he bolted for the door to scream for help.

He had absolutely no idea who he was dealing with.

His fingers barely brushed the door latch before an unstoppable, catastrophic force slammed into him from behind.

Lucian moved like a ghost—silent, blindingly fast, and utterly lethal. Without even fully standing up, he generated explosive power from his core, delivering a devastating sweep kick that connected flawlessly with Wyatt's ankle.

The *snap* of the bone breaking echoed like a gunshot in the room.

"Aaaaarg—!"

Wyatt's blood-curdling scream was cut off instantly. Lucian clamped a hand over his mouth from behind, suffocating the sound in his throat.

Simultaneously, Lucian's arm snaked around Wyatt's neck like a steel garrote, viciously dragging him away from the door.

Eyes bulging with terror, Wyatt stabbed wildly backward, but his blade hit nothing but empty air. Lucian read his panicked movements flawlessly, evading the frantic slashes with microscopic adjustments to his posture.

Then, Lucian's hand—the one muffling Wyatt's screams—jerked violently upward.

*Crunch.*

Wyatt's jaw dislocated with agonizing force. His vision went black from the sheer, blinding pain, permanently robbing him of his ability to scream.

But Lucian wasn't done.

His eyes were dead, devoid of any human emotion, looking at Wyatt as if he were nothing more than a piece of garbage awaiting disposal.

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