The Heiress Nobody Saw Coming (Natalie and Marcus) novel Chapter 406

Noah pulled up beside Samantha, slowing the car to a stop. He stepped out and opened the passenger door. "Ms. Blair, please get in."

Samantha glanced inside the car. Noticing this, Noah quickly explained, "Ms. Walker and Mr. Holden are in the backseat. Ms. Walker is asleep."

"Oh, okay." Samantha immediately understood. It wasn't that she didn't trust Noah. After all, he was the one who had led people to the Sinclair family's convent to rescue her.

She just wanted to confirm that Natalie was there. As long as Natalie was present, she would feel safe.

"Zane, I'm going with Ms. Walker," she said.

Zane waved a hand. "Got it, Ms. Blair. But when you're done watching the show, don't forget to tell me all about it!"

Noah spoke up from the side. "Mr. Holt, why don't you come along? You can follow us in your own car."

"Can I?" Zane blinked several times. "Then, I'll go get my car right now. I know the Sinclair residence's address, Noah. You may go ahead."

With that, Zane didn't give anyone else a chance to speak. He spun around and dashed toward his car.

Noah smiled slightly, closed the car door for Samantha, then turned and got into the driver's seat.

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An hour and a half later, they arrived at the Sinclair residence.

Returning to this place, Samantha was noticeably calmer. She pushed open the gate and stepped inside. Before she even entered the villa, the thick scent of blood hit her.

There were sounds coming from within, but they weren't loud—too muffled to travel far.

The Sinclair residence was located in a highly private residential area, where villas were spaced far apart. Even if Ivan shouted at the top of his lungs, no one outside would hear him.

Samantha walked forward and slowly pushed open the villa door. As soon as the door opened, the scent of blood grew even stronger.

The voices inside also became clearer.

"Julia White, you wretched woman! I'll kill you! I'll kill you!"

"Hahaha—"

Julia hadn't even finished laughing before she was wracked with a violent coughing fit. It took her a while for her to catch her breath, but then she started laughing again, her laughter wild and unhinged.

"Ivan Sinclair, how about you try standing up before making threats? You want to harm me? Harm my daughter? You should at least make sure you have the ability first."

"Julia White! You wretched woman!" Ivan cursed, his face twisted in rage, completely devoid of the refined demeanor he once had.

Julia suppressed a cough, a sly smile playing on her lips as she twirled the dagger in her hand. She lightly tapped the blade against Ivan's face.

"No need to panic. Didn't I give you a chance? I let Samantha come to save you, didn't I?"

Ivan had been fixated on the doorway, his entire body tense with anticipation. The moment Samantha pushed the door open and stepped inside, his face lit up with desperate relief.

"Honey, you're here! Hurry, come save me!" he shouted, his voice trembling with urgency.

Julia turned, smiling when she saw Samantha. Her demeanor was surprisingly welcome.

"You're here. Come, have a seat."

Samantha's gaze followed the bloodstains on the floor, then shifted to Ivan, who was tied to a chair. It finally landed on Julia, who was covered in blood with a crazed look on her face.

Suddenly, this spectacle felt too much for her to take in.

"Samantha, don't leave. Come over here. I promise I won't hurt you." Julia tossed the dagger aside and took a step toward Samantha.