Once doormat Now Untouchable Novel

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Chapter 610

Sydney froze.

Twenty years ago, Julian had been barely ten years old. He had

no power and no influence. There was no way he could have

owed two lives.

“There has to be some misunderstanding. Back then, Julian was

just a ten-year-old...”

"Did | say he did it?" Tristan cut in.

He added casually, "Sins of the father, paid by the son. Sounds

fair to me."

Only then did Sydney truly understand. This had nothing to do

with Julian himself. Whatever the older generation had done,

and whether a mistake had occurred back then, she had no way

of knowing

Before she could speak again, the bespectacled man hurried in

and bent at the waist. "Mr. Sinclair, they've found us.”

Sydney knew who "they" were.

"So fast?" Tristan glanced at her with a cool smile, as if

unsurprised. "Looks like you matter a lot to Julian. Seems |

played the right card.”

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He showed no panic. Excitement flickered in his eyes, the thrill

of revenge finally within reach

At that moment, Sydney felt no relief that Julian was nearby. Her

heart rose into her throat. Her voice trembled despite her effort

to steady it. "What... What are you going to do to him?"

“Relax. As long as you cooperate, | have no interest in hurting a

woman about to become a mother."

Tristan checked the time on the phone resting on the coffee

table. He lifted his left hand slightly.

The bespectacled man stepped forward. He looked ready to use

force again, but after a warning glance from Tristan, he only

gestured toward the staircase. "Ms. Wilson, please cooperate.”

Sydney clenched her hands. She wanted to resist, but Tristan’s

cold stare held her in place. She swallowed her protest and

followed the man toward the stairs.

Outnumbered, she would gain nothing by fighting.

As they reached the stairs, Tristan spoke coldly. “Watch her

closely. If anything goes wrong, I'll use you to block Julian's

bullets."

He was not speaking to Sydney.

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The bespectacled man would never treat a pregnant woman

lightly, but he still answered with confidence, "Don't worry. |

won't take my eyes off her.”

He turned and led Sydney upstairs, not toward the basement.

She paused and glanced upward. "We're going upstairs?"

"Move when you're told and stop asking questions." Irritation

edged into his voice as he raised a hand to shove her.

Tristan frowned. "She's pregnant. Stop manhandling her.”

Sydney could tell he was not entirely heartless. At least toward a

pregnant woman, he showed a trace of restraint.

The bespectacled man pulled his hand back at once, and

something clicked for her.

She cooperated and went upstairs, careful with each step as a

dull ache tugged at her abdomen.

On the third floor, he did not lock her inside a room. He led her

onto an open terrace. He toyed with a short baton and tipped his

chin toward a chair placed there. "Sit."

The chair stood at the very edge. Anyone afraid of heights would

have felt their legs weaken.

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Sydney was not afraid of heights. Growing up, she had feared

only Eloise.

She sat and glanced over the edge, estimating the drop. From

that angle, she could see the courtyard and the hall below with

almost no obstruction.

She thought she understood Tristan's plan.

The terrace was bare. There was not even a railing. Once Julian

found this place and stepped through the carved iron gate

outside, only one of them would walk away.

‘Julian...’ He would choose to save her, no matter the cost.