Real Heiress: Flash Marriage With Boyfriend's Uncle - Chapter 251

Chapter 251: Layla, please save me Chapter 251: Layla, please save me In the quiet afternoon, Lucius reached for his phone and dialed Sylvia’s number.

The call rang endlessly before switching to voicemail.

Frowning, he ended the call and immediately redialed.

Sitting in his leather swivel chair, he tapped his fingers tapping against the glass surface of his desk.

When the second call went unanswered, he lowered the phone slowly, his lips pressing into a thin line.

A quiet murmur escaped him, laced with unease, “She’s never ignored my calls before.” For a moment, he resisted the urge to overstep, to pry into her life, but he was worried too.

With a resigned sigh, he picked up the phone again and scrolled through his contacts until he found Morgan Sinclair, a trusted confidant in the States who discreetly kept an eye on Sylvia’s well-being.

The call was answered after a few rings.

“Lucius!” Morgan exclaimed as he rested his coffee mug on the counter table.

“It must be afternoon there,” he said.

“Yeah, it is,” Lucius replied, leaning back in his chair.

“How have you been?” “I’m doing well.

But you tell me-how’s married life treating you?” Morgan asked with a hint of teasing.

Lucius’s lips curved into a small smile.

“It’s going great.” “That’s good to hear,” Morgan said warmly.

“So, what’s the reason for this call?

Knowing you, it must be something important.” “It is,” Lucius admitted, his tone turning serious.

“It’s about Sylvia Mancini.

I tried calling her, but I couldn’t get through.

If you could check on her, I’d really appreciate it.

I hate to trouble you with this again.” Morgan’s reply was quick.

“It’s no trouble, Lucius.

I’ll head over to her place after breakfast and let you know what I find.” “Thanks a lot,” Lucius said.

“Don’t mention it,” Morgan said firmly.

“It’s the least I can do after everything you did for me all those years ago.

I’ll never forget that, you know.” Lucius hummed softly, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

“I’ll wait for your call, then.” After they exchanged goodbyes, Lucius ended the call and set his phone down on the table.

His expression darkened slightly as he murmured to himself, “I just hope Sylvia isn’t in any kind of danger.” ~~~~~ Sylvia placed the black briefcase on the table with a thud and leaned back in the chair.

“The amount you wanted is inside.

Now stop bothering me.

If I inform Lucius about this, you’ll be a dead man, Carlo,” she warned him.

Across the dimly lit room, Carlo smirked, unfazed by her words.

He gestured to his assistant, who stepped forward, opened the briefcase, and began inspecting the contents.

After a moment, the assistant gave a confirming nod, and Carlo’s smirk widened.

“I find it amusing,” Carlo began, leaning forward slightly, “that you’re the one issuing threats when it was you who sought me out.

You came into my territory, Sylvia.

Giving me ultimatums here is not just bold-it’s foolish.” Sylvia’s jaw tightened and her eyes narrowed.

“In fact,” Carlo continued, his tone turning sinister, “I think it’s high time Lucius and I got reacquainted.

Don’t you?” “Carlo, stay away from Lucius!” Sylvia demanded, her voice steady despite the storm brewing within her.

She rose to her feet, her eyes blazing with defiance.

Carlo’s grin only widened and his tone filled with menace now.

“Lock her up.

Make sure Lucius gets a nice picture of her face.

And don’t cry, Sylvia-I hate it when women cry.” “No!” Sylvia’s heart thundered against her chest in fear as she turned to make a desperate escape.

Two men approached swiftly, ready to restrain her.

Acting on instinct, she grabbed the vase from the table and hurled it at one of them, the glass shattering on impact.

Without missing a beat, she snatched the water-filled glass and splashed it into Carlo’s face, blinding him momentarily.

She didn’t stop there.

Pivoting quickly, she swung her fist into the face of Carlo’s assistant, the force sending him stumbling backward.

Seizing the moment of chaos, Sylvia bolted for the exit.

“Catch that bitch!” Carlo roared, his voice filled with fury as he struggled to rise, leaning heavily on his cane.

His leg, a grim souvenir from a brutal gang war years ago involving Lucius and Matteo, throbbed with pain as he tried to steady himself.

Sylvia steadied herself as she reached the villa’s grand entrance, her breath coming in ragged gasps, but she didn’t let anything show on her face.

She dashed toward her car, yanking the door open and slipping inside.

Her hands trembled as she fumbled with the keys before starting the engine.

Just as she gripped the wheel, shouts erupted behind her.

“Close the main gates!” “Catch Sylvia Mancini!

The boss wants her dead!” “Fuck,” Sylvia hissed through gritted teeth.

Her heart pounded as she slammed her foot down on the accelerator.

The car shot forward, the tires screeching against the cobblestones.

Ahead, the massive iron gates began to creak shut.

Her only chance was to make it through before they closed completely.

Sylvia’s knuckles turned white on the steering wheel as she pushed the car to its limit.

She barely managed to squeeze her car through the closing gates, the iron scraping against the vehicle’s side.

She didn’t stop to look back as she sped down the long driveway.

A sigh of relief escaped her lips.

Reaching over to the passenger seat, she fumbled for her phone, her eyes darting between the road and the device.

Lucius’s name flashed on the screen, accompanied by several missed calls.

Without hesitation, she tapped on his number, gripping the wheel tightly as the line rang.

“Come on, Lucius… please,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

But there was no answer, and the call went to voicemail.

“Damn it,” Sylvia muttered, her frustration mounting.

She couldn’t afford to waste time.

Her fingers quickly scrolled through her contacts as she kept her gaze on the road.

Finding Layla’s name, she dialed and silently prayed she would pick up.

The call connected after a few rings.

Before Layla could say a word, Sylvia’s voice came through, shaky but determined.

“Layla, please save me.

I- I’ve sent you my live location.

Just send Lucius here for my help as fast as you can!” ~~~~ A good news to share: This story is translated into five languages today.

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