His smile was sincere, but his words were sharp and blunt. It felt like an interrogation. “Don’t you want to bury Archie’s body? Don’t you want revenge? Now, I’m giving you this opportunity. Do you want it?”
Johanna felt dazed. She had already accepted reality. To her, the Russell family was an insurmountable mountain she could only look up to and worship. It would never be toppled.
Pete didn’t give her much time to think. He glanced at his watch and urged, “Do you want to come with me or not? Time’s running out. If you’re unwilling, then just go ahead and kill yourself. I can give you that knife from earlier.”
“I’ll go with you!”
Johanna didn’t know where this path would lead, but it didn’t matter. Archie was already waiting for her.
“Promise me you’ll help me get revenge, or else, I don’t mind dying with you right here!” This bold threat made Pete chuckle softly. He looked at Johanna with a gaze that held more appreciation than amusement. The last person he’d admired was Kayla, who had similar ambitions. Now, Johanna was consumed by anger and hatred, someone who could abandon all restraint. She would make an extremely useful tool.
“There will definitely be an opportunity. Even if there isn’t, I’ll create one for you. Now, let’s go, Ms. Rosario.”
Pete extended his hand, but Johanna insisted on taking Archie’s body with her. His brows furrowed, irritated by her insistence. At this point, Pete was already in deep trouble. Taking Archie’s body would make things far more difficult. However, seeing Johanna’s continued usefulness, he reluctantly agreed.
The intruders at the Russell residence were quickly dealt with. The chaotic mess was swiftly cleaned up.
At 1:30 AM, Stephan returned to the Russell residence. After confirming Imogen and Caleb were safe, he opened the door to the room where Johanna had been temporarily locked up. Stanley followed behind, explaining, “Mr. Russell, there were too many intruders. I couldn’t deal with Johanna at the time, so I locked her in here. After all, she couldn’t…”
The last word caught in his throat. Stanley’s eyes widened in disbelief. What the hell? Where did she go?
The room was still in disarray, with signs of a struggle—leftover marks from the fight between Imogen and Johanna, and shocking bloodstains. But Archie, who was supposed to be lying there, was gone, and so was Johanna. The door was locked, but the window was broken from the outside. Messy footprints were on the windowsill.
Stanley looked carefully and reported, “Mr. Russell! Someone came and took both Archie and Johanna!” Amid the confusion of the intruders, someone had quietly infiltrated and successfully taken them away.