Chapter 608 Locked Down

Owen was even harsher than she was. “Didn’t I tell you not to call the cops? What the hell were you doing?”

Peggy’s eyes instantly turned red. “You’re yelling at me?! Do you even know what that old bastard did while you were out? He tried to molest me! I was in the shower, and when I turned around, I saw him prying open the bathroom door. Do you have any idea how traumatizing that was? And now you’re blaming me for calling the cops? If you didn’t want that to happen, why’d you leave me here alone to deal with him?! Owen, you’re disgusting!”

Clutching her towel tight, Peggy shot a furious glare at both Owen and Timothy, then stomped upstairs.

Owen didn’t stop her, but turned and stared coldly at Timothy.

Timothy wasn’t fazed in the slightest. He shrugged, totally unbothered, clearly not seeing Owen as any sort of threat.

Then he headed upstairs himself, broke into Lily’s room, and climbed right into her lavender–scented bed like he owned the place.

The sight made Owen feel physically ill.

If Timothy was willing to go after Peggy, there was no way Lily would be safe if she came back.

Owen had no choice but to call a friend and ask if his mom could temporarily stay in one of his vacant properties.

He had just arranged things for Lily when he heard loud footsteps again from upstairs.

Owen looked up with a frown and saw Peggy storming down the stairs. She’d thrown on a few random pieces of clothing, her hair was still wet and messy, and she was dragging a huge suitcase behind her.

Owen grabbed her arm. “Where do you think you’re going?”

Peggy sneered. “If I can’t fight him, I can at least get the hell away! I’m going back to my parents’! You can deal with that pervert yourself!”

Owen yanked her back hard. “You’re not going anywhere! If you go, are you seriously not gonna tell your parents about Timothy?”

He won’t even let her leave?!

Peggy was livid. “Now you want to control what I say, too?! Screw that. I’m leaving. Let’s see what you can do about it!”

Owen lost his patience and shoved her back.

Peggy stumbled and fell flat on the floor, her suitcase bursting open beside her.

Inside were loads of jewelry and antiques–valuable stuff.

Most of them looked familiar to Owen. Clearly, Peggy had looted them from Lily’s room.

He pointed at the mess on the floor like he’d caught her red–handed. “You’re trying to walk away with Saunders property?”

Peggy, flustered, snapped back, “I’m the daughter–in–law of the Saunders family! Their property is mine too! I was just bringing some gifts to my parents. What’s wrong with that?”

Owen didn’t bother arguing. He grabbed her by the shoulders and dragged her back toward the bedroom.

“Until Timothy is dealt with, you’re not going anywhere.”

“You dare, Owen!” Peggy shouted as he shoved her onto the bed.

But before she could finish her threat, Owen slipped a glove onto his hand and cuffed her wrists to the solid wooden headboard.

Peggy yanked and struggled, but the cuffs didn’t budge. She screamed at him, hoarse and furious. “You son of a bitch!”

Owen locked the door behind him and stood in the hallway, his expression dark.

The Saunders family had become a complete mess. Everything had spiraled out of control. But he couldn’t give up. He wouldn’t.

There had to be a way to get rid of Timothy.

He looked at the handcuffs still in his hands, as if making a decision.

If Timothy was going to corner him like this, then so be it. He’d go all in.

Peggy screamed for hours, tied to the bed. She howled all afternoon, until her throat dried up and her voice gave out.

Meanwhile, Owen ordered takeout and sat in the dining room eating alone.

He didn’t call anyone. He just ate quietly by himself.

After a while, Timothy came downstairs. His eyes roamed over the feast on the table without a hint of shame.

Owen ate hungrily, but his face was full of resentment.

Timothy’s gaze flicked across the room and landed on Owen. He immediately picked up on the hostility.

These city folks, so used to their cozy lives and superior positions, always thought the world operated under law and decency.

But once they ran into someone like him–someone with nothing to lose–they didn’t know what to do.

And besides, Timothy still had dirt on him.

He snorted in amusement. The more he saw Owen forced to put up with him, the more pleased he became.

Feeling hungry, he walked over to the wine cabinet, pulled out a bottle, opened it, took a sniff–then, dissatisfied, tossed it straight into the trash.

Owen turned his head and watched coldly as a rare vintage Amalfi crashed into the garbage bin and spilled everywhere.