After Divorce: Remarried to a Tycoon with Twin Babies-Chapter 129: Vengeance for Grievances, Retribution for Enemies!

Chapter 129: Chapter 129: Vengeance for Grievances, Retribution for Enemies!

Dominic Archer hurriedly rushed to identify.

Luckily, although the person was an elderly woman of similar age, it wasn’t Mrs. Archer.

Dominic Archer came out from the morgue, his legs weak.

He collapsed to the ground and couldn’t get up for a long time.

Vivian Sinclair sent Patrick Powell to help Dominic Archer, who was half-draped over Patrick Powell.

He cried with tears streaming down his face, "I only have one mom!"

"My wife and kids have gone abroad and never returned; she’s my only family left here."

"If she’s gone, what am I supposed to do?"

"Boo hoo hoo... I was scared to death..."

Patrick Powell grabbed him, "Don’t be so pathetic!"

"Come on, we found signs of your mother."

Vivian Sinclair also received a call from Julian Thorne: "Want to see a good show?"

Vivian Sinclair immediately stood up at the news, "Is it about Dylan Drexler?"

Julian Thorne chuckled softly without denying, "I’ve sent someone to pick you up."

Louie drove over personally to pick her up.

Vivian Sinclair followed the car to a village on the outskirts of the Eastern District.

Although it was called a village, every household had a single-family villa with a yard.

The villagers seemed relaxed and free, as if there was nothing unusual.

Louie’s car didn’t stop and drove all the way down the main road of the village to the village’s edge, where Vivian Sinclair saw a few scattered houses further away from the central area.

Louie parked the car under a big banyan tree.

"Miss Sinclair, to avoid alerting anyone, the car can only be parked here."

"We’ll have to walk to that house over there."

Louie pointed to a distant white house; there was a path leading to it without attracting attention from farther houses.

Vivian Sinclair nodded and got out of the car.

Before she even reached the house, Leo Linden came out to greet her.

"Miss Sinclair, Master Julian asked me to meet you."

Leo Linden smiled warmly, "There’s a good show just waiting for you."

Vivian Sinclair was incredibly curious, "Is Dylan Drexler also here?"

Leo Linden glanced at her, "You’re really smart."

"No wonder Master Julian says talking to you is never tiring."

"With us, he wouldn’t bother saying half a sentence."

Vivian Sinclair: Does he secretly praise me in front of them?

This made her face flash with discomfort, but fortunately, Leo Linden and Louie didn’t notice it.

Inside the white house, Julian Thorne calculated the time and put down his work, heading to the entrance.

He leaned casually against the entrance, hands in pockets, quietly watching Vivian Sinclair approach from afar.

She wore a white lightweight down jacket and a long black dress underneath today.

Her belly was slightly prominent, walking like a pregnant woman, causing Julian Thorne’s gaze to unwittingly soften.

"Master Julian, there’s trouble over there!"

A bodyguard urgently reported, Julian Thorne immediately gathered himself and looked at the approaching Vivian Sinclair, "Perfect timing, the show is starting."

Vivian Sinclair hurried to climb the steps but stumbled accidentally.

Just as Leo Linden and Louie stretched out their hands, they saw Julian Thorne rush forward, causing them to withdraw their hands instantly.

Vivian Sinclair fell right into Julian Thorne’s awaiting embrace.

Vivian Sinclair: ...

She was enveloped by his familiar scent, no longer foreign to her.

This unconscious habit made her inexplicably flustered; she instinctively grabbed Julian Thorne’s shoulders to steady herself.

But she forgot Julian Thorne still had a shoulder injury, causing him to pale and softly hiss in pain.

Vivian Sinclair jerked her hands back like touching electricity, but her footing was unstable again, leading to another wobble.

Julian Thorne quickly held her waist close to himself, not waiting for her to regain balance, smoothly spinning her onto the steps.

Like picking up a little kitten or puppy with ease...

Vivian Sinclair: ...

So embarrassing.

Why do I always fumble awkwardly around him?

She couldn’t even face him, blushing as she uttered, "Thank you!"

Then she briskly entered the house as if someone stepped on her tail.

Julian Thorne watched her hasty retreat with eyes full of amusement.

Not a word about the pain caused to his injury.

Thinking of fleeing, not so easy!

But, take it slow.

He has plenty of patience.

Julian Thorne followed, grabbing Vivian Sinclair’s arm to guide the walking direction, "Walk slowly, why rush?"

"Do you think I’d eat you?"

Vivian Sinclair glanced at her held arm, and despite herself, did not pull away.

His action might be for the sake of her two babies, right?

He had said he wanted to raise the two babies together with her; it seemed he meant it?

Now he’s even watching over her walking, probably stricter than managing his Crestfall Villa servants?

Vivian Sinclair was thinking all this as they reached the huge window; Julian Thorne handed her a pair of binoculars.

"Look over there, it’s starting."

Vivian Sinclair instantly revived in spirit, throwing those messy thoughts aside, and picked up the binoculars to investigate.

What exactly is the lively commotion...

Wow! It really is bustling!

It’s Dylan Drexler, Lillian Rivers... and a haggard middle-aged woman with disheveled hair.

The three of them were arguing about something, and it looked very intense.

The middle-aged woman with disheveled hair was the most distraught. Lillian Rivers stood aloof, holding her arms, while Dylan Drexler had a dark expression on his face, looking extremely impatient.

Suddenly, a pair of headphones was placed over Vivian Sinclair’s ears.

She looked up and saw Julian Thorne retracting his hand.

He pointed to his ear, and sure enough, Vivian Sinclair immediately heard the voices from the other side.

"Dylan Drexler, you’ve destroyed everything. What more do you want?"

The voice was clear; it was the middle-aged woman’s words.

Is this surveillance?

Had Julian Thorne known about Dylan Drexler’s whereabouts all along?

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have arranged everything so meticulously—monitoring, eavesdropping, everything under his control.

Dylan Drexler wouldn’t be able to escape even if he had wings.

And what about Mrs. Archer...?

Vivian Sinclair searched the other windows of the house with her binoculars and didn’t see any sign of Mrs. Archer.

Julian Thorne seemed to know what Vivian Sinclair was thinking and said, "Don’t worry."

"I know your people are also looking for him. So, I’ve already informed Patrick Powell and the police about this location. The police will arrive in about half an hour."

"This half-hour should be enough for you to vent some anger."

Vivian Sinclair’s heart skipped a beat.

Did he do all of this... for her?

Before she could be surprised, Dylan Drexler’s voice came through the headphones again: "Enough!"

"Why all the arguing?"

"Now that I’m wanted all over the city, I can only hide here. Going anywhere else is out of the question."

"There’s only one last chance tonight. My uncle has arranged for people to help us escape to Vysea."

"Once the storm is over, I’ll come back and get my son to enjoy the good life."

"I’ve said what I needed to say. Are you coming or not?"

The woman screamed in despair, "I’m not going!"

"Dylan Drexler, our once perfect home and business are now ruined because of this woman. Not only do you not blame her, but you protect her at every turn."

"Why should I go with you? To watch you both act like filthy thieves right in front of me?"

Lillian Rivers couldn’t take it anymore and slapped hard.

"Shut up!"

"What nonsense are you spouting?"

"Say another word and I’ll tear your mouth apart!"

It seemed this woman was Dylan Drexler’s legitimate wife.

However, although his wife got slapped, Dylan Drexler just watched coldly, showing no intention of intervening.

The enraged woman got up and lunged at Lillian Rivers, starting to wrestle with her.

"I’ll fight you—"

"You whore, it’s all your fault!!"

"You stole my husband, encouraged him to commit kidnappings and thefts, and now we have nothing left. My home is gone too. I’ll strangle you, you troublemaker—"

Lillian Rivers, having lived in comfort for years, was no match for this woman.

She was quickly knocked down, her carefully styled hair being messed up in an instant.

She began to scream, "Ah—"

"Dylan Drexler, are you dead?"

"Hurry up and control your wife!"

"She’s gone crazy!"

Only then did Dylan Drexler step forward, grabbing his wife’s hair and dragging her backward. After separating the two, he raised his hand and slapped his wife twice.

With those two slaps, blood slowly trickled down the side of his wife’s mouth.

In her shocked gaze, he looked at her with fierce eyes: "Don’t I give you face?"

"All these years, you’ve enjoyed the good life with me, haven’t I treated you well?"

"Don’t forget what your status used to be!"

"Compared to her? Let me tell you, you’re not even worth a single hair of hers!"

Hearing these words, the woman broke into a bitter smile: "Haha, hahaha..."

"Dylan Drexler, you have no conscience."

"All these years, I never interfered with how many women you played with outside."

"At least I gave you a son, I thought you’d show me some respect for his sake."

"But in the end... I’m worth less than a single hair of another woman."

"If that’s the case, both of you can leave! Why even ask me?"

"I’ll stay with my son, even if it means eating the bare minimum, I’ll raise him well!"

"Get out—"

Dylan Drexler’s eyes turned cold as he squatted down and grabbed his wife’s collar: "You want to stay?"

"The only option for you is death."

"Because you know too many of my secrets... Even if you’re my wife, I can’t trust you."

With that, Dylan Drexler’s hand abruptly tightened around his wife’s neck.

Lillian Rivers was startled, clearly not expecting Dylan Drexler to be ruthless enough to lay hands on his own wife.

Lillian Rivers took a step back, surprised and horrified, until two meat walls blocked her retreat.

"Mrs. Grant, where are you planning to go?"

Julian Thorne’s people had stealthily surrounded the hideout of Dylan Drexler, leaving no way out.

His remaining few men were already subdued on the ground, unable to move.

Vivian Sinclair’s headphones were removed, and Julian Thorne whispered in her ear, telling her, "Now’s the time to settle grievances and seek revenge."

"Miss Sinclair, it’s your turn."