The Ex-Wife's Revenge: Rise of the Real Heiress.-Chapter 200: Daniel’s threat

"What did your father say, Andrew? Tell me. What was so important that it needed more importance than his life?" Sophia forced Andrew to look at her, and the man pressed his lips into a thin line.

He didn’t say anything. Didn’t know what to say, honestly. He couldn’t make sense of what his father said apart from the fact that his father didn’t want him to marry Beatrice.

But what did he say about the word ’sister’

Besides, what was the use of stopping him when the deed was already done? Wasn’t he with his grandfather earlier and wanted him to marry Beatrice to protect the dignity of the Lloyd’s, so that the business wouldn’t slip away from their hands?

The more Andrew thought about his father’s words, the more hypocritical they sounded when he had practically begged his father to pacify his grandfather so as not force him to marry Beatrice.

"He said it wasn’t an accident," Andrew said, and Sophia paused.

"Did he mean someone planned it? Who was it? Did he take any name? You must make them suffer. I don’t care who that person is. Wait. Andrew, are you silent because it’s Elara? That bitch has a strong family now. Did she plan all this to take some revenge on our family?" Sophia asked.

Andrew’s eyelids immediately drooped at his mother’s words, and he couldn’t help but chuckle.

Sophia stopped speaking when she saw her son laughing so darkly.

"Even in this situation that has nothing to do with Elara, you have found a way to blame her. This only tells me how you treated her in my absence, making me guiltier of what I made her go through," Andrew said before he shook his head.

He stepped forward, his gaze dark.

"Listen to me, Mrs. Sophia Lloyd, it’s your and your husband’s greediness that’s going to ruin your son’s future. Mark my words," Andrew said before he left the corridor to look more into it, leaving his mother shocked by his choice of words.

"Andrew—" Sophia called out when she finally gained her composure, but her son was long gone.

She saw Jason walking inside the corridor and stopped him.

"What has gotten into your Sir recently? Why is he acting so weird when it comes to Elara? It was never like this. Has that bitch been trying to seduce my son?" Sophia asked.

Jason, already in a bad mood because of another project failure Beatrice was responsible for, and they couldn’t find the loophole in time, stared at her dead in the eyes before smiling politely.

"I am sorry, Mrs. Lloyd. He is my boss, but I would still say it: "Your son is not made of gold," Jason replied before leaving without saying anything further.

Sophia stayed in her place, gritting her teeth.

At the same time, Daniel stopped before the room no 709, a private suite that only the most elite people could afford.

Alen rang the doorbell, his fingers trembling a little, because his boss had been really angry for a long time, and this interaction could lead to a messy bloodshed.

"If this man doesn’t open the door on the count of five, blast this place," Daniel said.

Alen closed his eyes, praying to the lord that the secretary of the man would act fast.

"One."

"Two."

"Three—" Daniel stopped when they heard the sound of the door unlocking.

The secretary could only open the door slightly ajar when Daniel kicked it with so much intensity that the man literally fell back.

"What kind of bastard dares to—" the man inside the hotel room roared, and guns were immediately drawn.

However, Daniel couldn’t care less about it all.

Without a speck of fear, he entered, drawing his own gun straight at the secretary, who widened his eyes and scurried away, running straight to his boss, who paused when he saw Daniel walking towards him with his eyes brewing with storms.

"What’s wrong?" The man asked.

"So. I fell in love with a woman. I thought I’d marry her and forget about my dark past, but something is hindering it," Daniel said.

The man arched his brows.

"And what does that have to do with me?" He asked.

Daniel chuckled.

"It’s because my girlfriend’s life is being turned into a living hell by her stalker. I am looking for a man named Arnold who has gone haywire," Daniel said, observing the man’s expression.

As soon as he said that name, the man before him froze, and it was all the indication he needed that their investigation had been going in the right direction.

Thean quickly gained his composure.

"I don’t know what you are talking about, Daniel. I think there is some misunderstanding that has—" the man couldn’t complete his sentence when Daniel kicked the nearest table away.

"I saw my girlfriend crying, trembling in fear, and begging me to end this suffering through her eyes. Do you think this is some joke or something I will take lightly?" Daniel asked.

The man before him took a deep breath.

"Irrespective of what you say, Daniel, the man you suspect would never do something like that. You know how he has been. You are his brother. Maybe, you are mistaken—" The man started, and Daniel pulled his gun up and shot the glass right beside the man’s face.

The sound of glass shattering echoed in the living room,m and everyone looked at each other, unsure if breathing was allowed.

"Daniel! Have you lost your mind?" The man roared.

"Yes! I have. I have fucking lost my mind, fath, er because I sweaifid it’s your stepson haunting my girlfrie, nd I’ll skin him alive and make him parade in muscles, cut him to piec, es and feed him to the hounds I have been raising in my African branch. And you know I can do it," Daniel walked to his father and grabbed his collar, making everyone in the room gasp.

After all, the man was the leader of Macros’ group.

"So please, please control your bastard before something irreversible happens, something I won’t regret but you’ll mourn for the rest of your life," Daniel growled in his face.

The subordinates from both sides kept silent, knowing they couldn’t afford to trigger anyone.

Daniel’s father’s face turned pale before it turned red in anger.

"That’s your stepbrother! Are you really threatening your own father that you’ll kill your stepbrother over some bitch—?" Daniel’s father couldn’t even complete his sentence when the man raised his hand and punched his father square in the face.

To say Alen was surprised would be an understatement. His boss always had differences with his father after he found out he cheated on his mother and had a son, and used to curse him, but he had never raised his hand on his father.

Daniel’s father’s head turned to the side from the impact of the punch, and he spat blood, his fists clenching by his side.

"I always knew you were Satan’s spawn and harmful for me and my business when you went with your mother, but today you have crossed the line," Daniel’s father said before he pulled out his gun.

As soon as he did that, Alen and his team drew their guns on Daniel’s father.

They were well aware that the results of their actions would be catastrophic, but to protect their boss, they were ready to risk it all.

However, before things could heat up further, Daniel raised his hand to signal his men to put their guns down.

Though he said that, his men stayed on alert just in case.

"If you knew I was Satan’s spawn, you should’ve known I always abide by my words. My mother suffered under you, and I forbid myself to let another woman close to my heart suffer because of your dirty blood. I don’t play innocent, Father. Let my words sink through your stepson’s skull. I am not here to play games," Daniel said before he nodded at his men.

They immediately nodded back and turned to leave.

Daniel paused mid-step, half turned his body, a nd looked his father dead in the eyes.

"A wounded tiger is even more dangerous, Father. And I am not just any tiger, I am a Bengal tiger," Daniel said before he left.

Once out, he moved his hand through his hair, his mind replaying how he had such a hard time putting Elara to sleep because of how she broke down.

At the same time, Andrew, who had finally reached home from his office at midnight after Williams wanted to do a routine check to find out what was happening inside the office that was causing one project after another to fail, looked at the table full of food.

His heart clenched painfully at the memory of how Elara used to wait for him with home-cooked food.

"You are finally back, husband," Beatrice walked down the stairs dressed in a suggestive nightie.