Revenge Wears Red Lipstick-Chapter 140: Rescued Her

"Ryan..." Eva tried pulling him aside but he wouldn’t budge at all. "He’s actually the one who saved me."

She iterated what had happened the previous night but Ryan still wasn’t buying any of it.

To him, Dante has a hidden agenda and he’s just waiting for the right moment to strike.

However, Dante didn’t reply to his question.

He tore his gaze from the raging Ryan to Eva with a soft smile on his lips.

"Don’t forget to disinfect the cut later," he told her.

Ryan’s lips thinned when he saw the cut on her wrist. He must have missed it when he was scanning her body for any injuries.

Another car suddenly pulled over, and a familiar figure with pink hair stepped out.

Ryan’s iris dilated when he recognized Rico who also made eye contact with him. They blinked at each other but didn’t acknowledge each other any further.

Rico glanced at Eva and she gave him a curt nod before his gaze settled on Dante.

"We need to leave," he informed.

From his tone, Dante could guess that there was a problem.

He didn’t say anything and followed Rico into the car; they both zoomed off.

"Don’t tell me that you’re already trusting that guy now. What did he say to manipulate you?" Ryan demanded.

Eva couldn’t help but huff at him.

"I don’t trust him completely yet. But he’s certain that he will take down his father soon enough. He gave me his word—"

"And you’re believing that?" Ryan couldn’t believe his ears at all. "This same man probably knew his father was going to get rid of you at some point but didn’t say anything. That’s the man you want to trust?"

Eva’s lips thinned.

Instead of replying to Ryan, she simply walked off to the car and got in. Now, Ryan was the one who sighed exasperatedly before following her.

Several hours later,

It was the night that Dante was going to rescue Rhea from his father’s grasp.

They already had a plan which was to get rid of all the security guards who were stationed at the mansion first by slowly infiltrating the environment.

It was quite difficult to do since the security had been tight. Thankfully, the location where Rhea was held was far from urban civilization so the gunfire wasn’t going to attract any attention.

Due to their careful planning, none of Dante’s men had died in the heist.

After two hours, Rhea was in a van with Dante and Mylo, heading to his mansion.

"That old man should get news by now," Mylo said as he took off his fighting gear. He grunted in relief when his body felt lighter in weight. "I wish I could see his expression."

Rhea stared at Mylo for a while but didn’t say anything. She recognized him as her brother but her memory of the last moments they’d spent together was vague because she hadn’t seen him for years.

Mylo noticed Rhea watching him with her big doe eyes but he couldn’t bring himself to say anything to her. At least not now since he didn’t know what to say to her.

He gave her his back as he walked off to one of the guest rooms to rest for tonight.

Dante watched him disappear through the stairs with a sigh before he turned to Rhea.

"Are you hungry? It’s almost 10pm and you haven’t eaten yet," he said.

They’d been careful not to let her see any dead bodies back at the mansion but that doesn’t mean she didn’t hear the gunshots being fired.

"I’m fine." Her voice was quiet but he still managed to hear her.

She fiddled with the hem of her shirt, as if uncomfortable about everything but with time, she would overcome everything.

Dante didn’t like her response so he walked into the kitchen to prepare a light meal for her instead. For all he knew, she might not have eaten the entire day.

While he was cooking, he heard his phone ring. He quickly checked it only to find his father’s name as the caller ID.

A grin stretched on Dante’s lips as he picked up the phone.

"You have finally grown wings for you to think that you can take Rhea away from me!!" Mr. De Rossi yelled through the phone.

Dante hissed exasperatedly at how loud his voice was. He could just answer the call on a loudspeaker but he didn’t want Rhea overhearing the nasty things the old man had to say.

"What are you talking about?" Dante asked as if oblivious to the reason his father was furious at that moment.

Meanwhile, at the De Rossi mansion, Mr. De Rossi’s face was already red from rage. His hands were balled into a fist and his heart was beating so fast that if he wasn’t careful, his blood pressure would shoot through the roof.

"You helped Rhea escape—"

"And what’s wrong with that?" Dante cuts him off immediately. "I already told you that I was getting sick and tired of your nasty games and it was time to put an end to it. Did you think I was playing around this entire time?" Dante demanded, his tone suddenly cold and devoid of any emotion.

Rhea glanced at him with her big doe eyes, and it reminded him not to sound too harsh on the phone even though he wanted to.

"With Rhea out of your grasp, you can’t control me anymore, or have any sort of leverage over me ever again."

"How dare you?!!" He questioned. Hos face has gotten even redder and if care wasn’t taken, he could explode.

"Marcus, you need to calm down," Mrs. De Rossi tried to coax him.

"Shut up woman!!" He yelled, his saliva flying everywhere.

Immediately, she flinched at his voice. She’d been overhearing his conversation and knew what was happening.

Rhea, her daughter, was free.

She couldn’t help but feel relieved about that information.

"I don’t know what has gotten into your head lately, but I might as well tell you now that you’re only wasting your time. The presidential election will be happening soon and I’ll be getting that seat—"

"I would like to see you try," Dante cut him off once again. "Just do your best and I’ll do my best in taking you down. Telling you to surrender is probably too late, so I’m not going to waste my time saying any of that. So, try to win the election while I try to make it the last election you’ll ever participate in."

Dante didn’t wait for a reply and hung up on the phone.

Rhea blinked at him so he gave her a quick smile that stretched to his cheeks.

Mr. De Roosi clenched his phone so hard it nearly broke. Veins popped on his head, fists were clenched, and a dark aura emanated from him.

Mrs. De Rossi’s instincts told her to run away and leave him there but she felt like she needed to stay and know what he was thinking at least.

"That bastard!! After everything that I’ve done for him." The old man immediately threw his phone against the wall, and it shattered into pieces. He scoffed. "If he thinks he can do whatever he wants, I guess it’s time that I let him know that I still have the upper hand in everything."

At the Met Gala,

Katherine was sneaking around, trying to get into the venue where a fashion show was happening.

After Eva’s appearance at an event, she’d come to realize that Eva was in Lexora, so now, she was there to monitor her. But the security was so tight that she couldn’t just go in like that else she would be caught.

Unlike Qynland where she could only wear a hoodie and a cap and walk around the streets without anyone caring about her fashion sense, it wasn’t the same thing here in Lexora. The police were still searching for her and her posters were everywhere.

Casually walking into a venue was a big no, else she wanted to sleep in jail that night.

Katherine huffed. Marcus was off to his work that she still didn’t know about and he’d refused to tell her anything about it. After getting bored for a while at home, she left Jacob with her daughter to babysit for a while.

Katherine sighed dejectedly, ready to leave the premises when she saw Eva stepping out with Maxine and Susan following right behind her.

They got into their car and zoomed off.

Katherine on the other hand immediately called for a cap and asked the driver to follow them immediately.

Eva had first dropped Maxine and Susan at their homes before going about her evening.

Her schedule for tonight was complete but she was in the mood for ice cream and felt the evening breeze. There was nothing for her to do the next day either so she could sleep as late as possible, until she noticed a car that had been following her for a while.