Chapter 335

Tuff Prescott felt a chill run down his spine as he suddenly blurted out his daring question. “Aiden, is it the real Jonny you’ve killed back then?”

“…I suppose so?” Aiden stammered, his voice trembling as a surge of uncertainty washed over him. He was convinced he had killed one, yet now another stood right in front of him. One of them had to be a clone, but he could no longer tell which.

“Whoever he is, I will kill him!” Landon’s eyes were cold and ruthless, his entire presence exuding a deadly intent.

Even though the target was clear, it couldn’t change what Kayla was experiencing right now. Amelia bit her lip, resisting the urge to say something. ‘Everyone knew Jonny was unstable. What is he doing to Kayla at this moment? What if he forced himself on her?’

Amelia glanced at Tuff. ‘No man could ever accept that, especially right after getting married. Poor Kayla. The nightmare she thought she had escaped had returned to haunt her.’

“It’s okay. I’ll dedicate my entire life to helping her heal,” Tuff said, his expression resolute and his fists clenched tightly. Deep down, he was bracing himself for the worst, repeatedly telling himself, ‘It’s okay. It’s okay. As long as she’s alive, that’s all that matters. His carelessness had allowed Kayla to fall into Jonny’s hands. That was entirely his fault–Kayla was simply an innocent victim.

“We’ve got the map. What’s next?” Night Owl asked.

“Storm in!” Landon spat out, his voice icy and resolute.

There was no time for clever plans–they needed to fight their way in. Every second they hesitated meant another moment of suffering for Kayla. Amelia let out a sigh of relief; she was eager to jump into the rescue right away, too.

The car veered off course, driving directly towards Kyle Villa.

Deep in the night, the sprawling estate was illuminated by the moonlight, creating a scene of beauty and tranquility. In stark contrast, Kayla was tied up, sitting on the floor in a disheveled and miserable state.

Jonny, on the other hand, sat on the couch with his legs crossed, chain-smoking one cigarette after another. The way he was rapidly going through cigarettes made Kayla feel that something was off. ‘He never used to smoke–so why is he suddenly going at it so intensely now?’ she thought.

Once suspicion took hold, it quickly spiraled out of control. Kayla discreetly observed Jonny–his height, his build, his face, every detail resembled the devil she remembered. ‘Is this Jonny? Or is he merely a clone?’ Kayla wondered.

“Had enough of staring?” Jonny flicked his cigarette ash right at Kayla’s forehead, causing her to flinch and quickly turn her head away.

“How are you still alive?” Kayla whispered.

Jonny snorted. “Why don’t you take a guess?”

“I have no idea.” Kayla shook her head. “If you survived, why didn’t you come back sooner?”

“Where’s my son?” Jonny shot back, ignoring her question.

“He’s in Norava… Please, don’t hurt him!” Kayla cried out, panic rising in her voice.

Jonny laughed. “You care so much about our son. Does that mean you still have feelings for me? If you still care about me, why did you marry someone else?”

“Y–you were gone… Of course I’d remarry, wouldn’t I?” Kayla stammered.

“That’s fair,” Jonny replied. He chose not to probe further. Glancing at his watch, he smirked and said, “Your guy’s tough. I bet he’ll show up any minute now.”

Kayla’s face paled as she stared at him, her mouth agape, ‘So he has a hidden agenda. Is he targeting Tuff alone, or does he have designs on the entire Flying Tiger Sect?’ Kayla wondered.

“Don’t worry, I won’t touch you until they arrive,” Jonny said.

Kayla let out a silent sigh of relief, fully aware of Jonny’s capabilities. If she could make it through tonight without facing any torment, it would certainly be her lucky day. Otherwise, she would never be able to face Tuff.

“When Tuff gets here, I’ll have you right in front of him,” Jonny sneered.

Kayla’s heart, which had just begun to calm, plunged into despair. Her breath hitched, her face turned ghostly pale, and she started to shake uncontrollably. She trembled all over, as if caught in a tempest.

“Please, can’t you just let me go? Haven’t you tormented me enough over the years? Despite everything you’ve put me through, I still gave you a son! For our son’s sake, I beg you, just let me go!” Kayla pleaded desperately, tears streaming down her face.

Jonny smirked, looking pleased. “You do look more beautiful when you cry.”

Kayla turned her face away, telling herself not to cry, but there was no way she could hold back the tears.

Jonny was capable of anything. Now that she had fallen into his hands, there was no chance he would let her go without making her suffer. Even worse, Kayla feared that after tormenting her, he still might refuse to release her…

Just then, Jonny’s phone rang, and Kayla realized he had a phone–a brand-new, cutting-edge model. The clothes he wore were all high-end designer pieces, entirely new. ‘Who has been buying all of this for him? Where has he been hiding all these years?’ Kayla wondered.

“Yeah, I’ll do exactly as Mr. Montgomery says…” Jonny said.

Those last words jolted Kayla awake. She stared at him in shock. “Wait, was it Monroe who saved you?”

“That’s right,” Jonny said as he set down his phone. “I’ve been living with him these past few years.”

“Then why didn’t you tell the family?” Kayla asked.

“Thanks to you and Aiden, I had to lay low and recover for a long time,” Jonny replied.

“Who was buried back then?” Kayla pressed.

“It was just an empty grave,” Jonny said.

Kayla fell silent. ‘So, it was Jonny indeed. Monroe used his special abilities to pull Jonny back from the brink of death. That is bad!’ Kayla thought.

“The Mystic Sect has been destroyed. Staying with Monroe won’t give you anything,” Kayla said softly. “If you let them go, I’ll stay by your side. Please, just don’t hurt them.”

“Not happening,” Jonny shot back. He lit up another cigarette from his pack.

That was already his tenth. ‘They say if you smoke enough, you start to feel lightheaded. Maybe if he keeps chain-smoking, he’ll become so dizzy that he won’t be able to hurt me,’ Kayla thought.

But instead of lighting the cigarette, Jonny looked at her with a mocking smirk. “Live with you? You’re just damaged goods. You’re not worthy of me anymore.”

Kayla’s heart ached with sorrow. “So, what is it that you want from me?”

“I will eliminate every single one of you,” Jonny declared coldly.