Chapter 436 – An Unbreakable Vow with the Heartless Tycoon

Unexpectedly, Jessica blocked the gun for James at the critical moment. Was she really not afraid of death?

Did she forget how their grandfather died? Did she forget how she was sold to the black market?

Andrew gave a long cry to the sky, angry and unwilling.

***

A week later.

Robert took the tray carried by the servant from the window, which was filled with steaming porridge and nutritious dishes, accidentally stepped on the empty bottle that had been thrown away at will on the ground, and almost fell down with the tray.

When he looked up to the sofa, Waylen leaned sideways on the sofa, folded his legs on the coffee table, and held the wine bottle in his hand.

“Mr. Bamford…” Robert was locked up in the castle after with Waylen. They have been locked up for seven days, and Waylen had never had something in seven days, except for drinking.

Hearing someone call him, Waylen ignored and continued to drink, for he knew that there was no one but Robert in the room.

“Mr. Bamford, eat something. If you don’t eat it, you’ll starve to death.” Robert knew that the food in the tray would be either thrown or dropped.

“Leave me alone.” Waylen was drunk these days. Without Leilani, he was like a walking dead.

Robert sighed and eventually passed the tray out of the window.

After a while, outside the door again came a knock on the door, “Robert, Mr. Bamford’s grandfather wants to see him.”

Robert was overjoyed. The other day, while Waylen’s grandfather kept them in this place, he refused Waylen’s request for a meeting.

Now Waylen’s grandfather wanted to meet him.

Robert quickly turned around to wake up, Waylen, “Mr. Bamford, your grandfather wants to meet you.”

At last, Waylen opened his eyes slowly, “When?”

“He wants to see you now!”

Robert helped Waylen up, who walked unsteadily because of the wine.

Waylen pushed him away and staggered towards the door.

The lofty Bamford castle hid its shapes in the moving think mist.

There were too many clouds for morning glow to penetrate. One could vaguely see the towering roof.

The crimson roses grew at the feet of the castle. In full blossom, they even grew along the steel grey walls.

In the castle, Waylen stumbled up the stairs to reach the top floor at the help’s guidance.

The top floor was guarded by mobile security, unlike the silence downstairs.

Every time Waylen passed a door, the detector would scan his body. Every time he entered, he had to remove his watch.

Waylen sneered with arrogance. In his mind, his grandfather was nothing but a chicken who put his life above everything else. He arranged the tight security of where he lived. More ironically, he couldn’t even trust his own grandson. He had to pass the security check too.

Lucien opened the last door. Before entering, Waylen was scanned again.

It was a huge room with the living room, bedroom, and study in one.

It had all kinds of antiques. The room looked grandeur and spectacular because of the high roof.

In the room, there was one bodyguard every three meters. Mr. Bamford was by the French window with an easel in front of him. Not far away was a birdcage made of iron. An eagle was inside and stared at Waylen sharply.

Lucien didn’t bother Mr. Bamford. He stopped Waylen.

“Master, please wait for a second.”

Waylen frowned. He could see Mr. Bamford painting the eagle from his perspective.

The eagle was standing on the holder with its head held up high. The cage was only half-finished.

Waylen sneered.

“Do I have to wait until he’s finished?”

“Master, Mr. Bamford doesn’t like to be bothered when he’s painting. No one could defy him,” Lucien reminded Waylen, whispering.

The second Lucien finished talking, Mr. Bamford put down the brushes. The maid immediately handed him over a sanitized cloth to wipe his hands.

“So I heard you’re doing a hunger strike these days, are you?”

Waylen was silent. He neither acknowledged nor denied.

Hum.

Mr. Bamford sneered.

“If you want me to release Miss Peters, I suggest you change your attitude. You hurt Rebecca and make me look bad in front of Mrs. President. She wants an explanation from you. What you should do now is give her a proper one.”

“I’ll explain to Mrs. President personally. I need you to release Leilani now.”

“You are in no position to bargain with me. I’ll put her here until she gives birth.”

“Release her!” Waylen roared like an enraged lion. If Mr. Bamford decided to keep her until the baby was born, it would be the same as putting her in prison.

Leilani hated most to be fettered. One of the reasons that Leilani kept asking for a divorce in the past was Bamford’s house was a prison for her.

She could not get used to living here.

“I told you that you have no leverage to bargain with me. If you hear me, get out. After Rebecca is out of ICU, I’ll send the driver to take you to the hospital.”

“I’m not going until you let Leilani go.”

“This is an order. I’m not negotiating with you.”

Waylen turned over the glass table in front of the desk. The glass was broken into pieces because of the force and fell on the ground.

The security pulled out guns and pointed at Waylen simultaneously. Their moves were in sync. This was how they were trained. If danger, no matter how small it was, fell upon Mr. Bamford, they would take action even if the threat came from his grandson.

Waylen was not frightened at all. He bent over and picked up a piece of sawed broken glass. He placed it in the palm of his hands and fiddled with it. He threw it up, caught it, and twisted it.

Mr. Bamford squinted. He made a gesture, and the bodyguards withdrew their guns.

“So you’re not that hungry. You have the strength to turn over the table.”

The broken glass piece with the size of a palm shined sharply. Waylen had some drinks, but his head was very straight. He started walking, one step after another, towards Mr. Bamford.

***

In a different room, Leilani shook her head in distress and struggled to get up from the bed.

She just woke up from another nightmare. Recently, her headache got worse, and she kept having bad dreams. In her every dream, there was always someone who got hurt and even lied in a pool of blood.

This time, she dreamt of a woman in a white dress. She had a gunshot wound in her stomach. Blood kept bursting out from her stomach, drenching the white dress, turning it into blood red.

Then this woman fell on top of a man whose face Leilani couldn’t see. The man picked up the woman and took her away. Leilani didn’t know where.

Leilani shook her head and looked around.

There was suddenly an indescribable sound in the empty room. It sounded like the electric curtain being pulled up or down.

Leilani followed the sound. There was a giant screen being pulled down along the wall across the bed. She saw Waylen on the screen!

She was familiar with the living room shown on the screen. It was the same as the one she was locked in when Mr. Bamford met her in the name of Diana. She asked to see Mr. Bamford and was taken to the room on the screen.

That room had a similar layout and decoration like the one Leilani was in. Did this mean Waylen was also in the castle?

Leilani hurried to get down. She rushed to the screen with bare feet. It seemed as long as she was closer to it, she and Waylen would get closer.

“Waylen,” Leilani knew he couldn’t hear it. But she called him subconsciously.

He was grabbing something. When Leilani took a second look, her heart was fiercely clenched. It was a piece of broken glass.

There was tight security to get into Mr. Bamford’s room to make sure the visitor didn’t carry any dangerous stuff.

But Waylen was holding broken glass in his hand.

That was not right. Something was wrong.

Leilani shook her head. Why would they make her watch this? What was their purpose?

Leilani stepped back unconsciously. Mr. Bamford was a scheming and careful person. Everything he did was to serve his own interests. He did this for a purpose.

As Leilani wondered, Waylen took the broken glass piece and came at Mr. Bamford.

What did he want to do?

Did he want to assassinate Mr. Bamford?

Peng!

Waylen stopped. He covered his right arm with his left one.

Waylen was shot. Leilani covered her mouth with her hands in amazement. Did Mr. Hamiton shoot at him?

Blood came out from the bullet wound and kept dripping on the dark grey carpet.

As Waylen approached, there were more shots fired.

“No!” Leilani shouted out. She wanted to stop it, but she could do nothing!

Why was Mr. Bamford so cruel and stone-hearted?

Waylen was the only heir of the Bamford family. Why would Mr. Bamford do this to him?

Leilani was in pieces. She cried out and fell on the carpet. Waylen was half-kneeling on the carpet with blood all over his body.

She watched it all, but she was powerless to stop any of it.

Did Mr. Bamford want to show her the way to defy him?

She saw it. She saw it all. Would he stop now?

Peng! Peng! Peng!

The guns kept firing, and the sound kept ringing around Leilani’s ears. She had no courage to watch it anymore. Sitting on the ground, she lowered her head, covered her ears. But the sound still found a way to come out of the screen and went into her ears.

Her pain was beyond description as each shot was fired.

Leilani held herself up, looking for the remote to shut it.

From outside the window came the voice that brought her back to sanity…

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