Chapter 521 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

Stan pretended to be absolutely afraid. “Okay, I won’t move. Please don’t hurt me.”

Hector pulled off his face mask then.

“Piece of sh*t,” he snapped at Stan in disdain, before walking up to Diarmuid’s bed, watching him as he said, “Your lackeys are just so incompetent.”

Diarmuid did not answer as he calmly opened his eyes.

His vision was still dark, but he could imagine how savage and smug Hector’s face would look right then.

“How lucky can you get, surviving a plane crash?” Hector said as he pulled a chair over to sit beside Diarmuid’s bed. “I wonder how you’re going to escape now, what with your blindness and an incompetent subordinate.”

Diarmuid remained nonchalant. “Do you think you can stop me if I want to leave?”

“Still talking tough in this situation?” Hector laughed and licked his parched lips. “I’ve lost my life’s work because of you! I’ll take you down with me even if it kills me, get it?!”

Diarmuid simply ignored him as if he had completely expected this.

After all, Hector had been biding his time, waiting for the chance to strike.

And Diarmuid gave him that chance!

Stan snorted coolly just then. “Business is war. You lack what it takes, and that’s why you don’t deserve anything.”

Hector wheeled on Stan, narrowing his eyes.

“Don’t you see what’s going on here?! I have you! You’ve got some balls, yapping at me!” Hector barked and turned toward his lackey. “Lil’A, straighten him out! The adults are talking here!”

“Yes, sir,” Lil’A raised a hand, ready to slap Stan in the face… only for someone to catch his hand, just as his fellow lackey and

Hector were all subdued by figures that sneaked out of the dark!

Diarmuid never once reacted even as Hector felt the barrel of a gun pressing on his skull, and he listened as everything unfolded with apathy-as he had from the start.

“You’re such a fool, Hector,” he said. “Did you think I’d let you hurt me twice?”

In fact, Diarmuid had deliberately brought only Stan with him to give everyone else the impression he had no one else with him. At the same time, he had arranged for many other bodyguards to protect him in secret.

“I was deliberately leaving an opening, and you really came because you really think I’d make it that easy,” he continued evenly, but it was plenty intimidating to anyone listening!

It was only then that Hector realized he had fallen for a trap.

But he had no choice-how long would he be able to hide when he has nothing?

Even so, he was aggrieved-forget losing everything, he could not murder the person who made him suffer!

“Don’t you get so smug, Diarmuid! What goes around always comes around!” Hector bellowed, his face contorting with hatred and savagery. “My only regret in life is not killing you with my bare hands!”

Diarmuid raised a brow nonchalantly. “Well, you’re not doing it in this life. Even if I’ll suffer for my actions as you put it, you’re never living to see it.”

Hector sprang to his feet, but before he could move further, the one aiming a gun on his head warned, “Not another move.”

At the same time, he felt the barrel pressing deeper into his skin.

“Fine, I admit I was lacking, but I doubt you’d really kill me!”

Hector was aware that Diarmuid was ruthless and outstanding for a businessman, but he would never kill.

Diarmuid simply laughed. “Do I even have to?”

Hector’s eyes widened. “What are you talking about?”

Diarmuid spoke calmly, as if he was just talking about the weather. “How did the pilots in that plane crash die?”

Hector was dumbfounded.

Even if he had only murdered the flight captain, he knew that Diarmuid had what it takes to have him charged for the co-pilot’s death too.

However, he was not exactly innocent-he was planning to kill both pilots after they killed Diarmuid anyway, but his plan failed.

He killed the captain so that anyone searching for Diarmuid would presume his death and give up on searching while he searched secretly.

He thought he would reach Diarmuid first and kill Diarmuid without anyone knowing, while staging his death as if he died from the crash.

It was only regrettable that the plan failed!

“It’s a life for a life,” Diarmuid said flatly, leaving Hector clenching his knuckles and glaring at him so hard he could bore a hole in him!

“I’ll haunt you forever, Diarmuid Althoff!” Hector cursed Diarmuid. “You’ll die horribly!”

Diarmuid did not even bat an eye as he grinned. “Do you know how much like a woman you’re behaving, screaming hysterically like that? You’re acting like a fishwife-if you’re a man, act like it and don’t be a sore loser!”

However, there was no way Hector would even bother after he had fallen so far. What was dignity when he was on the verge of death?

Diarmuid then chuckled. ’By the way, I heard that you killed Ian Althoff. I really wanted to thank you for eliminating the one I hated the most.”

Even Hector’s cheek was shaking from rage.

He wanted revenge against Diarmuid, to make him suffer… only to end up helping him!

“That’s a lot of people you killed. It’s definitely a death sentence, no?” Diarmuid said and turned toward Stan. “Take them away.”

“Yes, sir,” Stan said and marched the three men out of Diarmuid’s ward, where they would be moved to the embassy and deported back to Zidonia.

Hector’s crimes would undoubtedly earn him the death penalty, and Diarmuid would make sure of that even if it was not the case.

After everyone else left, Diarmuid remained seated on his bed motionlessly.

Hector’s arrest was definitely a load off his mind, and he closed his eyes.

Later, Stan returned after settling the matter with Hector. “He’s been deported. With the police and our people escorting him, he’s never getting away.”

Nonetheless, Diarmuid said, “There’s always a chance as long as he’s not dead. Don’t let your guard down.’

“Yes, sir,” Stan replied.

At the same time, Diarmuid’s attending physician came over to check on his eyes, “We will prep you for laser therapy later.”

“Okay,” Diarmuid replied.

“Are there any preparations required?” Stan asked.

“None. The patient just has to be there,” the doctor replied.

Diarmuid had a simple meal in turn and took a break before going to therapy.

Stan stayed by his side constantly.

Abigail and Zachary sent James and Erin to the airport, since they would be heading back to Minerva together.

Zachary sighed-he had to admit that Erin had been very nice to James despite the latter’s grievous injury.

He felt jealous even looking at them!

After their flight left, and Zachary headed with Abigail, he asked, “Aren’t you going to ask me what happened at Lulu’s place?”

“That’s your business, not mine,” Abigail replied. “Moreover, you made up your mind before you went, so why should I ask?”

Zachary then asked, “Isn’t Lulu your friend? Aren’t you going to ask after her?”

Abigail shot him a look. “She’s having it better than me, with Martin taking care of her.’

In fact, Abigail felt like things were a mess for her right now.

There was no telling how Diarmuid’s treatment was going, and he was not letting her visit.

Eyes were so important to humans, after all, which left her with a nagging worry even though the doctors claimed that the condition was treatable.

Zachary could not deny what she was saying either.

Abigail turned toward him and asked, “Finally giving up?”

Zachary reclined against his seat, looking nonchalant as he softly muttered, “Yeah.’

“That just means you have nothing tying you down when you find someone you like,” she told him.

Zachary chuckled, however, suddenly finding love pointless.

Once things changed, it would simply not feel the same way again.

Abigail watched his despondent reaction in return. ’As long as you understand.”

Zachary said nonchalantly, “Love is pointless.’

Abigail was speechless, while their car returned to Zachary’s mansion.

That was when Abigail saw from the distance that someone was being restrained just as Zachary’s phone rang.

He looked up after listening to it and saw that Barzel had returned.

He frowned slightly, wondering if the boy had spent all the money he gave and came to ask for more.

Soon, the car stopped, and Abigail turned toward him.

Zachary said, “Take Tommy inside. I’ll handle this.”

Abigail nodded, since she did not have the strength to get involved in others’ troubles.

She alighted while holding Tommy’s hand.

Barzel suddenly smiled when he saw the boy, but Zachary moved to block him out of view. ’Did you spend all your money?’

“No,” Barzel said and handed Zachary a stack of notes. “Actually, I found a job.”

Zachary frowned. ’So soon?”

Barzel shrugged, saying earnestly, “That’s the money for the hotel room after I’ve checked out.’

Staring closely at him, Zachary asked, “Where are you staying, then?”

“My workplace has lodgingings,” Barzel replied.

Zachary studied him for seconds-he certainly had pride at a young age. Taking back the money, he told the boy, “Just come back if you need more.” “But you don’t trust me at all,” Barzel replied. “Won’t I trouble you, coming here?’

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