Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
So, plan A had failed conspicuously. It was time for Plan B.
As Davey prepared to depart, Audrey hastily interjected, “Mr. Glyn, I’ve heard of your expertise in cross-border trade, and as you’re aware, my family delves into international shipping. I have a few pertinent inquiries if you’d spare a moment?”
Davey paused, nodding gently. “Please, proceed.”
Audrey delved into a series of intricate inquiries regarding international trade, steering clear of the elementary queries that might raise eyebrows and ensuring her questions didn’t betray her intentions.
Davey remained patient, responding with impeccable logic.
Upon addressing her queries, he made to leave once more. With no other recourse, Audrey “accidentally” spilled her wine onto him.
“Oh!” Apologizing profusely, Audrey feigned distress, “I’m terribly sorry, Mr. Glyn. Your suit… It’s entirely my fault…”
She retrieved a handkerchief to dab at the stain, but Davey visibly recoiled from physical contact, taking a step back to evade her touch.
Flushed with embarrassment, Audrey withdrew her hand, continuing, “Mr. Glyn, allow me to rectify this. Our fashion designer prepared additional suits for this occasion. I’ll arrange for you to select one that suits you.”
Her reasoning was sound. Davey couldn’t refuse, given the strong scent of wine and the discomfort of the sticky residue.
Despite his displeasure, he had no alternative, having not brought a spare suit. Reluctantly, he nodded his assent.
Audrey gestured, summoning a servant. She instructed, “Escort Mr. Glyn to the guest room for a change.”
The servant complied, addressing Davey, “This way, Mr. Glyn, please.”
Davey followed the servant’s lead.
Observing Davey’s departing form, Audrey murmured discreetly into her headset, “Erick, he’s on his way.”
Inside the room, a door was set to automatically lock as soon as Davey entered.
This contingency was part of Erick’s backup strategy.
After the initial plan with the drugged wine failed and given Davey’s knack for evasion, Erick decided that drawing Davey into a specific room under false pretenses was the safest bet.
This approach would ensure Davey’s containment without risking harm to others.
As Davey moved toward the trap, Audrey watched with bated breath, too anxious to acknowledge the toasts of other guests.
Stefan noticed her distraction and swiftly cautioned her to engage, wary that Davey might have informants in the crowd who could jeopardize their plan.
Shortly after, Audrey received an update through her earpiece from her assistant, Judd. “Miss, Davey has been locked in!”
Her tension dissolved instantly upon hearing the news.
With Davey securely detained, Erick could now focus on safely executing their mother’s rescue.
Audrey gave Stefan a confirming nod, and he quickly explained to the guests that Audrey was feeling unwell and needed to withdraw to rest backstage.
Meanwhile, the two babies, who had briefly appeared at the event, were removed owing to their fussiness.
Unbeknownst to the onlookers, these “babies” were actually sophisticated lifelike dolls crafted by Erick, equipped with pre-recorded cries.
These dolls were integral to the deception laid out in their plan.
Originally, Erick contemplated using real infants as decoys, but Audrey immediately dismissed the idea, driven by a maternal instinct to shield children from potential harm.
On this chilly day, the artificial baby sounds emitting from their cozy, secluded space were sufficiently authentic to deceive anyone at a reasonable distance.
Feeling somewhat reassured, Audrey retreated to her room, awaiting further updates from Erick.
Tension caused her to pace relentlessly, draining her energy.
Eventually, she collapsed onto her bed, succumbing to a deep fatigue that she thought had built up from a night without sleep.
As she settled into the bed and sleep enveloped her, she tightly shut her eyes.
At that moment, a mysterious figure with black shoes approached her bedside, quietly extinguished an incense stick beneath the bed, and then leaned over…
Meanwhile, Erick and his team were inside Davey’s villa, searching for the basement entrance without success.
They turned to electronic detectors for assistance. Upon pinpointing a likely location, Erick instructed his team to breach the wall directly.
As they broke through, a secret residential area, hidden behind the wall, was revealed.
The team member who first entered the hidden space quickly returned to report, “Sir, there’s someone here!”
Erick’s heart raced as he entered the space. He was on the verge of finally reuniting with his mother after so long.
The interior resembled a grand underground palace, brightly illuminated, with a garden full of blooming begonias visible through the bedroom window, showcasing the creator’s dedication to beauty.
In front of them, a woman with long dark hair Lay motionless on a lace-dr@ped bed, her back turned, seemingly in a deep, drug-induced slumber.
Erick paused, the pain of his mother’s long absence weighing heavily on him.
Though Casey was not his biological mother, the bond they shared was profoundly maternal, filled with genuine affection and care.
In his youth, Erick had vowed to protect his mother and sister. Now, as an adult, he felt the weight of past promises unfulfilled.
With his sister now safe and his mother within reach, his emotions overwhelmed him, his pulse thundering in his ears.
As Erick tentatively extended his hand toward the woman, the shrill ring of a satellite phone pierced the silence.
This phone, known only to Stefan, demanded immediate attention. Erick answered, his gaze still fixed on the mysterious woman before him.
“Hello?”
“You have 30 seconds! Just 30 seconds, run!”
The voice on the other end wasn’t Stefan’s. It was Cornell’s, filled with urgency and a somber tone.
“Erick, that basement is full of bombs! Get everyone out now!”
Cornell continued, his voice laden with stress. “It’s a trap. Davey has escaped. He knew your plan all along. Now, run immediately!”
Realizing the gravity of the situation, Erick snapped into action, though his heart ached to leave. He bellowed throughout the underground chamber, “Everyone, evacuate the villa now! There are bombs. Move immediately!”
The team exchanged nervous glances, awaiting Erick to lead the way out.
Erick directed, “You all go first. That’s an order. I’ll follow.”
With hesitation, the team complied and evacuated. Erick then approached the bed to turn over the figure lying there.
A chilling sound followed, and a severed head rolled to his feet, causing a ghastly taste to rise in his throat, nearly making him retch.
Initially, Erick feared it was his mother.
However, a detailed look revealed it wasn’t her. The body showed signs of decomposition, particularly around the neck, though the facial features remained eerily preserved, likely an effect of Aurora’s cold climate.
Erick’s heart sank as he realized the set-up was a trap.
Filled with dread but determined not to succumb without finding his mother, he sprinted out of the room.
Running, it dawned on him why the face seemed familiar. It was Jimena, the family doctor they had been searching for, who Davey had evidently murdered some time ago.
With no time to spare, Erick exited the villa just as a massive explosion erupted, catapulting a fireball into the sky.
The blast lifted him off his feet, hurling him back to the ground with a thud.
Meanwhile, Cornell, deeply concerned, was en route to Davey’s villa.
He had been the first to realize Audrey’s absence at the banquet, and despite knowing he might not be welcome, his concern for her well-being propelled him to attend the celebration.
Cornell, unable to reach Audrey and learning she was supposedly resting, wheeled himself toward her room with increasing unease.
As he approached, he noticed the door slightly open, an unusual occurrence for Audrey, who was meticulous about her privacy.
Upon entering, a strange scent filled the air, and it quickly became apparent that the room was empty.
Concerned, Cornell triggered an immediate alert and got in touch with Stefan, who proceeded to secure the entire venue.
However, their extensive search for Audrey proved fruitless. Stefan then decided to inspect the room where they believed they had detained “Davey.”
Instead, they found the servant who had led Davey to the room, dressed in Davey’s white suit and deceased for some time.
Reviewing the security footage, Stefan spotted anomalies post their emergence from a blind spot. Notably, the way the figure supposedly to be Davey walked was peculiar.
His silhouette differed from the servant’s. The boots, now filled with dirt, added to the disguise, complicating identification from the footage.
It became clear there had been a switch. They had never actually captured Davey. It appeared that Davey had poisoned the servant, who succumbed shortly after being secured into the room.