novelraw Chapter 286 It Appears You Failed To Kill Me
Chapter 286 It Appears You Failed To Kill Me
Maxwell and Molly’s eyes instantly darted to the screen.
"What? Where?"
Colton blinked and looked again, only to see she seemed to have vanished. "She was just there."
Maxwell’s face darkened while Molly scoffed.
"Colton, have you never lost someone you y to death?"
Briefly glancing at Maxwell who took his seat tiredly, Colton swallowed, "I have."
She then turned to face him squarely. "Then you should know better than to say things like that to a grieving father."
Colton lowered his eyes.
Maybe it was his imagination. No, it had to be.
Maxwell was so heartbroken over the whole thing, he wouldn’t be mourning if he hadn’t found a way to confirm Kelsie was really gone.
In the end, he turned toward Maxwell, his eyes still lowered as he parted his lips to apologize, "Forgive me. That was thoughtless of me."
Maxwell gulped down, his eyes still flickering to Robert Figueroa’s smiling face on the news.
Gritting his teeth, he raised the remote and turned off the TV.
"If he pulled a bold move like this, then he must have a way to take care of us. Unless we want to end up the same way as Kelsie, we’d have to hit first and really hard." Molly suggested seriously, taking her seat opposite Maxwell.
But she had barely landed when he retorted flatly, "No."
"No?" Molly’s brows instantly knitted into a frown, subconsciously darting toward Colton who was just as surprised as she was.
"I don’t think you heard me clearly, Master Kensington. I’m merely suggesting that we take care of the son of a bitch who took Kelsie’s life."
Maxwell sucked in his teeth and glanced at her sternly.
"Molinda Langford, if you haven’t guessed by now, I’ll tell you. I’m not in any way impaired in hearing."
She smiled forcefully, sitting up to nod in agreement.
"Then what is the issue? It’s no news that Robert Figueroa will score some points with this stupid show of heroism he put on, but you’re Maxwell Kensington."
"There’s no one who isn’t afraid of you. That bastard seems to have forgotten that which is why I’m suggesting that you teach him a lesson. And now!"
Maxwell leaned forward, rising to his full height before lowering his eyes to look at her again.
"If you know who I am, then you should know better than to question my decisions."
At this, Molly gritted teeth and got to her feet as well.
"Your daughter was murdered. Your grandchildren lost their mother, but you’re telling you have no intention to hit back?"
"Are you that much of a weakling or was every decision you’ve taken in you life actually made by your butler?"
"Molinda Langford!" Colton shot forward, trying to call her to order.
Maxwell’s face remained expressionless as he stared at her. After almost a minute of peering into her angry eyes, he turned and began to head for the stairs.
"I always wondered why she did it, now I see Aunt Lois made the right decision," she hissed.
Colton hiccuped, but Maxwell didn’t stop his ascension up the stairs.
"Where are you going, Molly? You’ll put yourself in harm’s way if you go out there!" Colton shouted, hurrying after her as she turned and began storming toward the door.
The moment the door closed behind them, Maxwell stopped at the top of the stairs and glanced behind him.
Then he took out his phone to make a call.
"Tell me."
There was a brief silence before a voice whispered back, "Military Commander Robert Figueroa is currently making his way home."
Maxwell ended ended the call almost immediately and continued into his room.
He walked through the walls, dragging his feet across the floor until he got to a huge door.
He went in, walked straight to the closet and opened it. Then he bent down, pulled aside some shoe boxes until he saw a safe.
He inputted some numbers and the closet opened, revealing weapons arranged all over the wall.
He tested some before setting for a handgun, then he reached for a silencer and attached.
Robert threatened the safety of the triplets which meant he was probably watching everything he did.
His butler was gone and he couldn’t trust his employees to know if the house was bugged with listening devices.
So he had to do this himself.
He’d take the son of a bitch who dared to take his daughter.
Exhaling heavily, he stepped out of the closet and locked it again. Then he changed out of his clothes and walked out of the house.
As he got into a car and drove down to the Figuero’s house, Robert and his convoys pulled to a stop in front of his building.
He alighted, stretching and yawning tiredly as he walked toward his door.
"Tell the others I want to be left alone. Don’t let in anyone who comes asking for me unless their too influential to ignore."
The security walking beside him nodded and left to share the word.
Robert strolled into his house and straight into the living room where he plummeted on a couch, reaching for the television’s remote.
"Now what are they saying about my heroic deed?" He smiled, smacking his lips in excitement.
"Sir, for you." One of his maid-servants walked into the living room at that moment with a tray containing a glass of grape juice.
He reached for it without glancing at her and brought it to the lips.
He first took a sip out of it intending to drop it, only to realize it was good and continued to drink until he emptied the glass.
As he pushed the glass toward her, he questioned, "This is good. What did you put in it?"
The room was silent for a moment before he head her sigh, "Well... my first thought was an explosive, but I settled for something less disruptive."
"What?" He jerked up almost immediately, trying to sit upright, but only fell to the floor as the strength in his legs disappeared.
His gaze turned blurry and he watched as a woman dressed in the same uniform as his maid-servant squatted beside him.
"Hi, Robert. I’m Kelsie Sutton. It appears you failed to kill me."