Chapter 337
Joanna shook her head. “I don’t have a direct way in. I can’t even get inside, either.”
Amelia felt a pang of disappointment but understood Joanna’s position. The Kyle Villa had a comprehensive surveillance system, likely controlled by Monroe. If Joanna appeared on camera, it would essentially mean betraying her people. “Thank you for sharing this with me,” Amelia said softly.
Joanna paused, a bit taken aback. “Are you always this polite?”
Amelia just blinked, a little confused. Amelia wasn’t being polite out of effort—it was simply the way she’d been raised.
Joanna sighed. Although Catherine had been in a fragile state when she gave birth to Amelia, the girl had turned out well, embodying the refinement that Catherine had instilled in her. After a brief pause, Joanna said, “Clones have their flaws. This Jonny has a weak heart.”
Amelia instantly understood, her eyes shining with excitement. If they could give Jonny a heart attack, they were sure to win. “Thank you so much!” Amelia exclaimed.
She bolted toward the villa, but Joanna caught her by the arm. “Wait.”
“Huh?” she blinked.
“New trap map,” Joanna said. She shoved a map into Amelia’s hand, red dots marking all the danger zones.
Words could hardly capture the depth of Amelia’s gratitude. She grasped Joanna’s hand firmly and, using the map as her guide, stepped into the villa.
After being forced to stay there for months, Amelia became intimately familiar with the place. Using the map as her guide, she effortlessly navigated around every hidden trap.
Joanna watched as Amelia’s figure faded into the darkness, then shook her head and turned to leave. “Catherine, I owe you a life. Debt repaid…”
Among the vast estates, only one house was illuminated. It stood out like a neon sign, making their findings obvious.
“He’s doing this on purpose,” Landon said calmly, holding Tuff back.
“Don’t hold me back! Let me go! I have to save Kayla!” Tuff was grinding his molars so fiercely that it seemed they might crack.
Landon said, “I’m just as anxious as you are, but wait here. We’ll go in first.” If there was anything too shocking inside, at least Tuff hadn’t had to see it right away.
“Landon, I get what you’re worried about. But I’m fine,” Tuff said, his eyes blazing red. “All I care about is Kayla making it out alive!”
“If it were Amy in there, I’d be right there with you,” Landon said, giving Tuff’s shoulder a hard pat. “But,” he continued, “Jonny’s eager to stir things up with you right now. If he catches sight of you, he’ll lose it, and that will only make things harder for Kayla.”
Tuff fell silent. They had known each other well. Jonny had orchestrated this entire situation to ensure that Tuff would have to witness Kayla’s suffering.
Knowing precisely what he was after and still letting him have his way would have been downright foolish. But Tuff had just wanted to see Kayla one more time. He needed to know she was still alive, to tell her not to be afraid, that everything would be all right. His heart ached with longing.
“If I show up, Kayla will understand,” Landon said. “Just stay hidden and wait for your chance.”
“Alright, I’ll do as you say…” Tuff said, his voice raw. “But whatever happens, you have to make sure she survives!”
“Absolutely!” Landon promised.
Landon led Aiden and Night Owl toward the brightly lit house, everyone mentally bracing for the worst. Aiden most of all—he knew better than anyone just how twisted Jonny could be. It was all on him; he had failed to keep Kayla safe, and the weight of that regret pierced deeply.
“They’re coming, they’re coming!” Jenny could barely contain herself.
Kayla bit down hard on her lower lip, her heart twisting with fear, making her feel as if a million ants were crawling beneath her skin.
Jonny, buzzing with excitement, listened to the footsteps shift, feeling a profound, unending hatred. The drug was already having an effect.
That was Jonny’s manipulative tactic. He aimed to compel her to beg for his forgiveness, ultimately reducing her to a state of utter humiliation. He wanted to humiliate her in front of the people she cared about most, especially Tuff. Kayla resolved to die rather than let him succeed.
“Is it starting now?” Jonny leaned closer to Kayla, who was bound and vulnerable, a sinister grin spreading across his face. “I heard it’s driving you insane, isn’t it?”
His words coiled into her ears, deepening her torment. Her face, once ghostly pale, now burned a deep red from the pain and humiliation.
“If you have an itch, just let me know, and I’ll help you scratch it,” Jonny whispered, his hand slowly gliding down her face, inch by inch.
Kayla shut her eyes tightly, her entire body trembling. At that moment, his touch felt like an irresistible and dangerous temptation. She drew upon every ounce of willpower to keep herself from moaning aloud.
“Such stubbornness, huh? I wonder if the one down there is just as tough,” Jonny let out a wicked chuckle, his hand sliding down to her waist.
With a gentle pinch, Kayla shuddered violently, biting her lower lip hard enough to draw blood. “Still resisting, huh? After all these years as husband and wife, I know every inch of your body…” Jonny’s hand continued to move lower.
Kayla screamed, her voice trembling with rage and fear. “Get away from me! Don’t you dare touch me!”
Landon, who had just arrived, froze for a split second at the sound of her scream—then, rage blazing in his eyes, he kicked the door open with a thunderous bang. “Jonny Kyle!”
“So, you finally made it?” Jonny sneered, turning to face Kayla and pulling her into a tight, possessive embrace. “One, two, three… Wait, where’s Tuff? Why isn’t he here?” His expression twisted in irritation as he scanned the doorway, disappointment evident in his eyes.
The star of the show had yet to arrive, leaving Jonny to wonder if all his scheming had been for nothing. Kayla couldn’t help but think about where Tuff had gone, although she didn’t honestly want to see him.
The thought that Tuff might have given up on her sent a bitter ache through her heart, a sour, stinging feeling rising inside her. Perhaps it was better this way, she tried to tell herself—at least Jonny wouldn’t spiral even further because of him. At least Tuff wouldn’t have to suffer for her anymore.
“Kayla, I’m here to take you home,” Landon said firmly, his voice cutting through the tension.
Kayla’s eyes filled with tears as the pain in her heart momentarily overwhelmed the maddening itch coursing through her body. Landon immediately sensed that something was wrong with her. He exchanged a glance with Night Owl, who then focused her attention and gathered her strength to begin hypnotizing.
Jonny suddenly fixed his gaze on Night Owl and asked, “Are you trying to hypnotize me?”
Night Owl paid him no mind, keeping her focus as she pressed on.
“Hasn’t anyone ever told you? No matter how skilled a hypnotist you are, you can’t hypnotize a lunatic,” Jonny laughed.
Night Owl’s nerves snapped, and she made a huge mistake. The hypnosis backfired severely, causing her to spit out a mouthful of blood.
“Owl!” Aiden panicked, catching her just in time.
Jonny shot them a weird, knowing look. “You like her?”
“No!” Aiden exclaimed, instinctively rejecting it before he had a chance to think. His response came so swiftly that it felt like pure instinct.
Night Owl finally felt the overwhelming power of bloodline suppression. She composed herself and gently brushed Aiden’s hand away. “I’m fine,” she said.
Aiden started to speak but stopped himself. Oh no, she’s getting the wrong idea, he thought, and I can’t set things straight right now!
Landon hadn’t anticipated Night Owl’s failure, his brows furrowing tightly. “Jonny, let my sister go. Now!”
“Or what? You gonna shoot me?” Jonny couldn’t care less. “Go ahead! But before you pull that trigger, I’ll kill Kayla myself.”
Landon’s hand holding the gun visibly trembled.
“What’s the matter, too scared to make a move now? Some future boss of the Flying Tiger Sect you are,” Jonny taunted, tracing lazy circles on Kayla’s neck with his fingers. The effects of the drug she had just managed to suppress surged back fiercely.