Chapter 339

Tamika Coldberg and Jaylene Irwin joined the shouting, their words harsher, more vicious than Alarieka’s.

Even Lorelai Cowan, ever gentle, urged: “Son, let her go. Don’t do this.”

Yet Kieran remained shamelessly restrained, unresponsive.

Tears stung Alarieka’s eyes. Why wouldn’t he let her leave? Why?

Gritting her teeth, she hissed: “Kieran, release me.”

He suddenly lowered his head, cold, piercing eyes locking onto hers: “Finished hitting?”

She glared. “What do you want?”

Ignoring her, he grabbed her wrist, tone flat: “Then come back with me.”

Alarieka stood rooted, voice low: “I don’t understand. Why can’t I just leave?”

Kieran halted, silent for a long moment. His detached gaze treated her like a stranger, insignificant.

Alarieka’s eyes flickered: “Kieran, does Roschelle know you came for me?”

Jaylene stepped forward, expression grim: “Stop wasting words. If he won’t release you, we’ll call the police.”

As she spoke, three black-suited bodyguards behind Kieran advanced, glowering at Jaylene.

Jaylene clenched her fists: “What? Playing gangster now?”

Alarieka glanced at the bodyguards, then looked away, trying to convince Kieran: “Kieran, I’m not important to you. Me leaving has nothing to do with you or the Argent family, and it won’t affect your business empire. If I stay, it’ll just cause more chaos. If I go, we can both have peace. Why won’t you let me? Why won’t you let me leave?”

Kieran suddenly scoffed, his eyes icy cold, voice low and detached. “You haven’t deleted that post yet. I can’t let you go.”

So it was about that online post she’d made. No wonder.

A flicker of irony shone in Alarieka’s eyes. She’d actually thought she mattered enough for Kieran to go through all this trouble to catch her. Turns out it was still about Roschelle Whitaker. Still about protecting his precious Rose.

Alarieka lifted her eyelids coolly, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “So Mr. Argent understands how damaging such posts can be for the people involved? Funny, when Roschelle posted about me, I didn’t see Mr. Argent demanding justice for me. Or is it that Mr. Argent favors Roschelle so much, he turns a blind eye to the suffering of people like us?”

Kieran watched her with dark, intense eyes. “What suffering?” he asked abruptly.

He seemed determined to dig to the bottom of this, pressing her with a second question: “What are you suffering from?”

Alarieka found it laughable.

She thought Kieran was playing dumb, feigning ignorance to cover his tracks. There was no point explaining, no need for him to know the thorn lodged in her heart.

Her voice turned frosty. “You’re wasting your effort, Mr. Argent. Instead of forcing me to delete the post, you’d get faster results contacting the platform developers directly to have their staff remove it from the backend.”

After hearing her out, Kieran said, “Finished? Then go back.”

Deaf to reason.

Alarieka nearly hurled her duffel bag at his face.

Weariness etched her features. “I told you, I won’t delete the post, and I won’t go back with you.”

Kieran gave a curt nod. “Fine.”

With that, he actually released her arm.

Alarieka was momentarily stunned, thinking he’d finally come to his senses and was letting her go.

But the next second, Kieran flicked a glance backward.

The four bodyguards nodded and immediately stepped forward, advancing toward her with heavy strides, their eyes locked on her.

Alarieka took a step back. “What are you doing?”

Under the airport lights, Kieran’s sharp, angular face looked even more detached, his voice cold. “Since you won’t walk, they’ll carry you back.”

Alarm bells screamed in Alarieka’s mind. She stumbled backward several paces.

The four bodyguards, faces stern, closed in with large strides.

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