The Heiress Revived from the Ashes (Lauren Bennett) novel Chapter 172

Chapter 172 The Missing Kidney

The moment the words left Felix’s lips, the door to the villa burst open.

Jeffrey stormed in, clutching a thick folder, his eyes scanning the room in a frantic search. “Where’s Lauren?” he demanded, his voice tense with urgency.

Marilyn stepped forward, “Ms. Bennett is still resting, Mr. Jeffrey”

“Wake her. Now.” His tone left no room for argument “This can’t wait.”

Marilyn hesitated, her eyes flickering to Felix for guidance.

Felix’s icy gaze locked on Jeffrey, his voice a low, unyielding command. “If this is about the Bennett family’s bankruptcy, save your breath. I’ll inform her”

Jeffrey bristled. He’d always despised Felix’s arrogance. The way the man exuded dominance without even trying. In Hoverdale, Jeffrey had met powerful figures, but none like Felix, who was that wealthy, ruthless, and exuding an aura that jmade even the boldest men cringe-

Kenneth and Elliot Talented, yes, but compared to Felix? Mere fireflies against the sun.

Jaw clenched, Jeffrey shot back, “You’re the one who bankrupted the Bennetts, aren’t you?” A pause. Then, sharper, “Aren’t you afraid Lauren will hate you for that?”

Silence.

Felix, Josh, Anna, and Marilyn all turned to stare at him with identical, unnerving expressions,

Jeffrey shifted under their scrutiny Right. After what the Bennett family had done to her, she’d probably be celebrating their demise

He steeled himself and forced calm into his voice. “I need to see Lauren. It’s critical”

Felix didn’t move. His gaze pierced Jeffrey like a dagger. Erplain or leave

Defeated. Jeffrey relented. I found clues about Lauren’s missing kidney

The room froze.

Felix’s eyes turned predatory. Josh sat up, sleep forgotten. Anna and Marilyn gasped. Even Madam Kate, who’d just come downstairs for breakfast, nearly dropped her cane in shock.

Without hesitation, Felix ordered, “Marilyn. Fetch Ms. Bennett.

But Marilyn didn’t have to move.

Lauren stood at the top of the stairs, her face bloodless.

She’d heard everything

Her body shook like a faut bowstring, every muscle locked. The scar on her side where they’d cut her open and stolen a piece of her- burned as if it had been freshly sliced. For a year she’d wondered. Who took it? Who is walking around with my kidury?