Nolan needed someone to check on Rachel, so he called Ana and ordered her to make sure the woman was safe.
Then, turning his attention back to his boss, he forced her to spill everything she knew and to drive him straight to Elizabeth's mansion.
"I can't help any more than this," the boss said weakly as she parked near the massive estate.
"Don't worry," Nolan replied, already unbuckling his seatbelt. "I'll take it from here. Bye."
He jumped out of the car without hesitation, his gaze locking on the mansion ahead; an imposing structure surrounded by high walls and iron gates. But Nolan wasn't afraid.
As he crossed the street, Nolan's eyes burned with untamed fury, the air around him almost crackling, like a storm moments before it breaks.
At the main entrance, two guards stood alert. The moment they saw him approaching, they straightened and moved into position, blocking his path.
"Stop right there!" one of the guards barked, her voice sharp and commanding. "You don't have permission to enter!"
Nolan didn't even blink. He just kept walking, his steps slow but deliberate, like a predator closing in on its prey.
The two women exchanged nervous glances before moving to intercept him. One reached out to activate her gift; the other raised her magic pistol, but nothing happened.
Their mana felt dead, cut off. Panic flashed in their eyes as they realized something was terribly wrong.
Nolan's presence seemed to crush the air around them. His gaze was cold, merciless. When one of the guards lunged, he caught her wrist mid-motion and tossed her aside with brutal ease, her body hitting the wall with a dull thud.
"Get out of my way," he growled, stepping toward the second woman.
She tried to stand her ground, but before she could even think of fighting back, Nolan's fist slammed into her stomach.
The impact drove the air from her lungs in a sharp gasp, her body folding forward as pain shot through her. Trembling, the once-proud guard dropped to her knees, clutching her abdomen and gasping for breath.
Her strength and courage were shattered.
Nolan didn't spare her another look. He turned toward the mansion's massive iron gate, his rage boiling over.
With a single, thunderous kick, metal groaned and bolts snapped; the gate bent inward with a screech before tearing free of its hinges and crashing open as he stormed inside.
As Nolan stepped inside, his heavy footsteps echoed through the grand hall. Near the entrance, a child dressed in a maid's uniform froze at the sight of him.
Her eyes were wide with fear, and a fresh red mark on her cheek revealed she had just been struck… no doubt by Elizabeth.
"S-Sir…" she stammered, her voice shaking. "P-Please don't…"
"Quiet," Nolan said, his tone calm yet commanding, every word laced with quiet authority. "Tell me where Elizabeth is, and I won't hurt you."
The girl hesitated, trembling as tears welled in her eyes. "O-Okay…" she whispered, nodding quickly, too frightened to disobey.
As they walked through the opulent corridors, Nolan could feel the stares of other maids and staff on him; however, only one tried to stop them and was completely defeated.
After that, the others preferred to watch from a distance. Some whispered nervously among themselves, others stood frozen, as if hypnotized by the sheer force of his presence, but none dared to interfere again.
They only prayed his wrath wouldn't turn on them. In truth, none of the maids felt any real loyalty toward Elizabeth. If anything, most of them secretly hoped she'd finally get the punishment she deserved.
At last, Nolan reached a massive double door. Without a moment's hesitation, he drew back his leg and kicked it open with a thunderous crash, the wood splintering under the impact as he stepped through.
With a furious roar, he stepped into the room where Elizabeth was. The blonde girl sat in an armchair, surrounded by her closest maids.
As he entered, she was surprised to see the same handsome man from the day before. Of course, there was no fear in her eyes. Actually, she even had a small smile; she loved muscular men, and Nolan would be an excellent toy for her.
After all, who would fear a man alone?
"Who are you?" Elizabeth asked.
He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he took a step forward, his gaze sweeping over the room and the maids present.
"You may leave us," he said, his furious voice echoing through the room. The girls in the room began to feel a twinge of fear.
His presence was so overwhelming that, without another word, the maids moved as if under a spell, slowly backing away and leaving Elizabeth alone before him.
Elizabeth stood frozen, trying to maintain her composure, but it was clear she was unsettled and growing intimidated by the situation.
"Wait, don't leave!" Elizabeth shouted, trying to assert her authority. The poor maids snapped out of their daze and hesitated.
Except for one woman who had already slipped out of the room and, in her panic, quickly shut the door behind her.
Nolan didn't care that the other maids were still there; he knew he could handle them easily.
Then his gaze settled on the blonde girl before him. Without a doubt, she was strikingly beautiful, appearing to be in her mid-twenties.
She had an imposing aura and a very arrogant look. Besides, she was hot, flaunting her ample cleavage and giant tits.
She would definitely become a good slut for him later. He smiled, thinking of turning her arrogant blue eyes into the eyes of a submissive whore.
"You must be wondering why I'm here," he began, his smile terrifying. "The reason is simple, you deserve to be punished for what you did."
Elizabeth tried to keep up her act of superiority, but it was obvious she was growing more and more uncomfortable.
"Do you think you can humiliate people and walk away unscathed?" he asked, stepping even closer. "Do you believe your money and influence protect you from everything?"
Elizabeth didn't answer, but he could see the fear in her eyes. Still, she refused to lose her composure and kept staring at him with false pride.
"Well, you're about to learn that there are things even money can't buy," he said, his tone making it clear this was only the beginning.
"No. The only one who's going to learn a lesson here is you," Elizabeth declared, her voice dripping with authority as she suppressed her fear. Then she glared at her maids and coldly ordered, "Kill him."
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