All Chapters of From Illegitimate To A Zillionaire Heir: Chapter 721
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CHAPTER 720
Thomas scrambled up, his hands shaking as he helped Tedmond settle Millicent into a reinforced passenger seat. His touch was reverent, as if he feared she might dissolve into smoke if he pressed too hard.Behind them, Hugo shoved Lottie into the cabin, following close behind with a hand pressed to his wounded side. Ivy was the last up the ramp, the heavy briefcase thudding onto the floor as she spun around, her eyes fixed on the treeline."Marek! Get in here!" Ivy screamed.Marek was a dark silhouette against the fiery horizon. He fired one last, deafening burst from his rifle, then turned and bolted toward the rising ramp. He leaped, his fingers catching the edge of the metal just as the jet began to lift. Hugo and Ivy seized his tactical vest, hauling him inside a split second before the ramp hissed shut, sealing out the sound of the Syndicate's futile gunfire.The cabin fell silent, save for the hum of the engines and the heavy, ragged breathing of seven survivors.Thomas and A
CHAPTER 721
The moment the group crossed the threshold, the heavy doors muffled the roar of the vanishing jet. The familiar scent of beeswax, old books, and sea salt filled the air, but the homecoming was anything but peaceful.Thomas, whose silence had been vibrating with frantic energy for three hours, finally snapped.With an uncharacteristic burst of movement, he grabbed Marek by the shoulder of his tactical vest. Before the marksman could offer a quip, Thomas shoved him toward Millicent’s side."Marek! See to the Miss! Get her to the solarium and don’t leave her side for a second!" Thomas barked. His voice cracked with a high-tension authority that even startled Ivy.Marek stumbled, his lopsided grin widening as he caught his balance. "Whoa, easy there, Jeeves! I’m on it!"But Thomas wasn't finished. He spun and seized Tedmond’s arm. It wasn't the respectful touch of a butler; it was the desperate, iron grip of a man at his breaking point."Young Master. With me. Now."Tedmond, reeling f
CHAPTER 722
At the far end of the mansion, in a wing untouched by the night’s chaos, Persis stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows of the secondary lounge. Pre-dawn light crawled across the horizon, casting long, nervous shadows over the room. She kept her arms folded tight, her gaze fixed on the driveway as if she could pull the missing men home through sheer willpower."Still nothing?" Persis asked, her voice thin with a worry she couldn't mask.Hino, standing a few paces behind her, adjusted the cuffs of his crisp, charcoal-grey suit. He looked every bit the high-end estate butler, but the way his thumb rhythmically brushed his watch face betrayed his tension. He gave a slow, regretful shake of his head."No messages yet, Miss Persis," Hino replied. "The signal jamming in the Eastern Sector was extensive. If they are moving, they are likely doing so under total radio silence.""I don't like it," Persis muttered, chewing her lip. "Tedmond isn't the type to stay dark this long unless some
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Persis pictured him disheveled: dark hair windswept, discarding his tactical jacket to reveal the strength beneath. As the image sharpened, a creeping heat took hold. A flush climbed from her neck to her ears, staining her skin a betraying red.She pressed cool palms to her cheeks. "Stop it, Persis," she scolded herself. "This isn't the time."She forced herself to sober up as the reality of the Eastern Sector weighed on her again. ‘Please,’ she whispered internally, ‘just let him be in one piece.’Leaning closer to the glass, she spotted a neon-green speck pacing a frantic, jagged line by the main entrance. Bianca would stop, stare down the road, kick a stray pebble, and resume her pacing, a perfect mirror of the storm in Persis’s own heart.Suddenly, the security lights at the gatepost flickered from red to green. The massive iron bars groaned open. Persis held her breath, eyes locking onto the bend in the driveway where the first set of headlights finally cut through the mor
CHAPTER 724
Tedmond’s smile was small, pained, and incredibly tender. He didn't stop her; he let her exhaust her fury against him, accepting every frantic blow as penance for the terror he’d put her through.Finally, he reached down, his large, soot-stained hands gently covering her small fists to still them."I’m sorry, Bee," he whispered, his voice vibrating with a raw, jagged honesty. "I’m sorry I made you wait. But look at me."He nudged her chin up until she was forced to meet his gaze. A soft, tired chuckle escaped him. "I'm too stubborn to die. You know that. And besides, who else is going to buy you those limited-edition tracksuits if I’m not around?"Bianca let out a wet, pathetic hiccup, half-laughing and half-crying. "Nobody. Because everyone else has better taste than you.""Ouch," Tedmond teased, though he winced as he shifted his weight. "That hurt more than the punches."He pulled her back into a proper embrace, lifting her slightly off her feet despite the sharp protest from hi
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Bianca grinned, her pink headphones sliding down her neck as she leaned back. "Don’t worry, I’ll show you everything. I have the best room in the house, but you can have the second-best... because you’re the Mommy."The heavy atmosphere of the night finally broke. Even Ivy, standing nearby with the silver briefcase, let out a small, huffed breath of a laugh. But the peace was short-lived. The sound of the mansion's heavy front door flying open echoed across the driveway.Persis stood on the top step, her breath hitching in the cold morning air. Her face was pale, her eyes locking onto Tedmond with frantic relief before drifting, in slow motion, to the woman sitting in the car with Bianca. The world seemed to tilt. Persis froze, her hand still gripping the doorframe, as she stared at the face she had only seen in old, hidden photographs and the hollowed-out memories of the Washington line.Millicent looked back, her regal composure returning like a shield, yet her eyes remained s
CHAPTER 726
The ancient, irrepressible instinct of a Washington matriarch quickly replaced the shock of their public display."Well," Millicent said, her voice regaining a touch of its regal rasp as she looked between them. "If you are already married, I suppose I shouldn't be too surprised by such... vigorous displays of affection.”“However, as a mother who has been away for quite some time, I expect you to make up for the years I missed. I hope I won't have to wait another fifteen years for a grandchild to chase through these halls?"The effect was instantaneous.Persis, who had been trying so hard to project the image of a composed, respectful daughter-in-law, felt her face turn a violent, glowing crimson. She stammered, her hands flying up to her cheeks. "O-oh! Mrs. Washington, we—that is—"Persis glanced at Tedmond, pleading for help, but he only looked away with a faint, amused smile playing on his lips. She turned back to Millicent, her voice dropping into a shy, hurried explanation. "
CHAPTER 727
The roar of the medical wing and the frantic energy of Millicent’s arrival finally faded behind the heavy, soundproofed doors of the master suite.Here, the air was different, cool, smelling of sandalwood and the faint, lingering trail of Persis’s perfume.The bathroom door hissed open, venting a cloud of steam. Tedmond stepped into the bedroom wearing only dark lounge pants. His skin was scrubbed raw, though the hot water had done little to mask the tapestry of the night’s violence: deep purple blooming across his ribs, a jagged scrape along his shoulder, and the fading redness of Syndicate grit.He looked hollowed out by exhaustion, with damp hair hanging over his eyes."Sit," Persis commanded softly. She waited by the chaise lounge in the corner, a plush towel draped over her arm.Tedmond didn't argue. He sank into the low seat, leaning back and closing his eyes. Persis stepped behind him, her fingers sinking into the damp weight of his hair. She began to rub the towel against
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Tedmond squeezed his eyes shut for a second, a long, long-suffering sigh escaping his lungs.He didn't let go of Persis, but he tilted his head back to fix the girl with a weary stare."Bianca, unless the building is currently on fire, this had better be life-or-death.""It is life-or-death!" Bianca insisted, gesturing wildly toward the hallway. "Marek and Hugo are in the kitchen, and they’re both bleeding again!"“Marek just pulled a knife because Hugo tried to eat the last piece of maple-glazed bacon, and Hino is just standing there recording it on his tablet because he says it's 'tactical data'!”Tedmond looked at Persis.Persis looked at Tedmond."Welcome home, young master," Persis teased, patting his cheek before standing up. "It sounds like your army is falling apart without their breakfast."Tedmond stood up, his muscles groaning in protest, but a genuine smile tugged at his lips as he grabbed a fresh shirt from the bed."I suppose I’ll have to go handle the 'bacon crisis.' I’
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A look of profound peace settled over her features. She wasn't just looking at wealth; she was looking at the evidence that her son had claimed his birthright."He did more than keep it," Millicent murmured, her eyes shimmering with pride. "He made it a home again. I can feel it in the walls."Marek paused at the entrance to the solarium, where the entire coastline was visible through the reinforced glass."Well, it’s about to get even better. Once the Boss gets the medical team in here, we’re gonna have you walking through these halls yourself. I'll even race you."Millicent laughed, a bright, clear sound. "I think I’d like that very much, Marek."Marek’s usual crooked grin was plastered on his face as he pointed out the automated climate-control sensors hidden behind ancient tapestries.He was talking a mile a minute, his tone breezy and casual, treating her like an old pal he’d just bumped into at a pub.Millicent watched him, her head tilting slightly.There was a rhythm to his m