Divorced, But Queen - Chapter 392: Chapter 392

Vanessa stared at the blinking red dot on the screen. "White Fox's signal vanished right here."
She zoomed out, scanning for information on the location.
It's a pretty remote place—property's under Orlando's name. Her expression grew tense. "So, Russell's got White Fox?"
Aria nodded. "Looks that way."
She wasn't surprised. She'd half expected it. But that didn't make the situation any less complicated.
Russell wasn't someone White Fox could afford to kill.
"I'm going after him," Aria said.
Vanessa looked worried. "That's White Fox's choice. He's in the Solemnity Guild—he knew the risk. You take a job, you gotta be ready to die for it."
Aria's voice hardened. "White Fox is only here because of me. I need to set things straight."
Vanessa knew there was no stopping her. She just handed over the car keys. "Just... be careful, okay? Nothing's more important than your own life."
"Got it." Aria took the keys without hesitation and left at a brisk pace.
Two hours later, as night fell, Aria arrived at the isolated property.
The area was silent, steeped in an eerie desolation.
In the distance, harsh white lights blazed.
Aria stepped out and walked straight toward the light, making no attempt to hide.
It wasn't long before she found herself staring down the barrels of a dozen guns.
The leader checked his phone, then looked up. "It's her. Bring her in."
When one of them reached for Aria's arm, she intercepted him with a sharp grip. "I can walk on my own."
The leader hesitated, recalling the cold look Russell had given when they'd caught White Fox. He wasn't sure what Russell wanted with this woman, so he didn't push it. "Fine. Follow me."
Aria followed them inside, and the first thing she saw was White Fox.
He was forced to kneel on the floor, blood spattered down his shirt, a man behind him pressing a gleaming blade to his artery.
Russell sat nearby on a sofa, watching her with icy contempt. "Right on time, aren't you?"
White Fox lifted his head at the sound, and the lifeless look in his eyes was replaced by a flicker of panic.
Aria... Go! Leave me! His voice shook, and the blade nicked his skin, sending a thin line of blood down his neck.
Aria met White Fox's eyes, her voice quiet and haunting. "Did Curtis make you come here?"
White Fox gritted his teeth and stayed silent.
"I'm sorry," Aria said. "This is my fault."
White Fox had never shed a tear, no matter how much he was hurt. But hearing that, he couldn't hold back.
Russell's gaze darkened, murderous intent flaring as he crushed his glass in one hand. "Aria, there's someone else you owe an apology."
Glass shards dug into his palm, and blood welled up as he stroked them absently.
He barely seemed to notice, rising to his feet, eyes locked on Aria. "Tell me—how did you survive that night?"
Aria tilted her head, her smile cold as ice. "Mr. Nicholson, do you honestly think I shouldn't have?"
Hiding in the shadows, Olivia froze as she heard Sara's name.
Her fingers curled into fists, heart pounding in her chest. She didn't dare move closer.
Russell's voice was low and furious. "Sara's dead. So why the hell are you still alive?"
The rage burning in his eyes was wild, twisted, murderous.
He couldn't understand why Aria survived while Sara died.
His killing intent was almost palpable.
Olivia could feel it, even from a distance.
She'd thought Russell might've let Sara go after all these years, but now she realized he'd never stopped blaming himself, or Aria.
But Aria didn't flinch. She stared right back at him. "Why I'm alive is none of your business. But your sister's death? That's on you. If you're looking for someone to blame, look in the mirror. You failed to protect her. All you can do now is throw a tantrum."
"Aria..." White Fox was terrified she'd gone too far—afraid she'd never make it out alive.
He pleaded, "Russell, Sara's death had nothing to do with Aria. The person who killed her. Aria already took care of them."
Russell let out a bitter laugh, looking down at White Fox with scorn. "And who the hell are you to say that? Sara died because of her, didn't she? Just like you—look where trusting her has gotten you."
White Fox's gaze was unwavering. "So what? If I die here, that's my fate. Nobody else is responsible."
If he hadn't thrown his lot in with Aria, he would've died long ago. At least now, if he died in her country, someone would see him buried.
Russell's eyes narrowed. "You're really going to bat for her, huh?"
Aria cut in. "What do you want to let him go?"
A twisted smile played on Russell's lips. "A life for a life. He walks out, you stay."
White Fox shook his head desperately, ignoring the blade at his throat. "Aria, get out of here. This is my fate—Curtis will never let me go."
Russell lost patience. "I don't have time for this melodrama. You have one minute, Aria. Make a choice, or I'll have his head."
Aria let out a soft laugh. "You're not going to kill him."
Russell sneered. "Oh? I wouldn't bet on him surviving the night."
"He's the only one who can get you what you want," Aria whispered, so Olivia couldn't hear.
Olivia thought, 'What is she telling him?'
She edged closer, anxiety knotting in her chest.
Russell glanced her way, then looked back at White Fox. "Did you know Sara?"
White Fox was silent, his eyes full of complicated emotion. Another person who knew Sara.
Olivia panicked, drew her gun, and aimed it at White Fox on the floor. "Russell, he hurt you. He can't leave here alive!"
Aria stepped in front of White Fox, blocking her aim. "Olivia, if he dies, you won't be able to keep everything hidden."
"You dare threaten me..." Olivia started, but bit her tongue, glancing at Russell.
"He shot Russell in the shoulder! Someone needs to pay for that."
The more people who knew, the greater the risk. White Fox had to die.
Aria walked closer, grabbed the gun's barrel. "Olivia, the real problem is Curtis. He's the mole."
Olivia's eyes flickered. She wanted Curtis dead too.
As long as he was alive, he was a threat.
For now, she'd put up with Aria and White Fox.
She didn't lower her gun, but looked at Russell, worry etched on her face. "Fine, let White Fox go. But he shot Russell in the shoulder—who's going to answer for that?"
Aria asked, "If we settle that score, do we walk out of here?"
Olivia hesitated, then nodded. "Yes."
Suddenly, Aria reached out and snatched the gun from Olivia's hand.