Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!
Chapter 369: A Dashing Entrance

Chapter 369: A Dashing Entrance

Mrs. Miller slammed her teacup onto the table, standing up with a cold, menacing glare as she walked slowly toward Ella.

She stopped in front of her, her tone overbearing. "Miss Davis, are you implying I’m blind, that I failed to see what really happened? I saw everything quite clearly. If it weren’t for you, Hannah wouldn’t be frightened! I’ll find someone to investigate exactly how you mistreated her!"

Ella, furious but with a mocking smile, raised an eyebrow, meeting the older woman’s gaze without a hint of fear.

"How amusing, Mrs. Miller. So, because she cried, you assume I bullied her? Why don’t you consider that she might be deliberately smearing my reputation, trying to embarrass me? By all means, find your evidence. In fact, why don’t you press charges for abuse? I’ll be waiting."

Her fierce, unyielding gaze took Mrs. Miller aback. The woman’s doting love for Hannah was clear; to her, protecting Hannah meant everyone else was wrong by default, Ella included.

Ella finally understood Hannah’s strategy: she’d brought in Mrs. Miller, a formidable weapon, to take Ella by surprise and put her on the defensive. Smart, indeed.

"How dare you speak to me that way!" Mrs. Miller shouted angrily, and two bodyguards rushed forward, each grabbing one of Ella’s shoulders.

Ella was shocked but hid it, glaring at Mrs. Miller. "What are you trying to do?"

"What do you think? Someone as insolent as you deserves a lesson," Mrs. Miller sneered, stepping back as a tall, formidable foreign woman stepped forward, her gaze harsh.

Ella’s expression darkened, though she didn’t struggle, knowing she couldn’t escape the grip of the two men holding her.

"Mrs. Miller, I remind you this is a society of law. You might want to think carefully before proceeding," Ella said with a cold smile. "If word gets out, people might question the decorum of the Miller family’s esteemed young lady."

Mrs. Miller looked at her smugly. "The real question is, would you dare to spread the word? Miss Davis, don’t think that hiding behind Eric makes me afraid of you. I have never feared anyone."

Ella’s eyes turned to icy steel. "Good. I hope you never do."

Mrs. Miller stared at Ella, signaling for the maid to hold off, the tension thickening between them. Ella remained unwavering, her gaze unflinching as it met Mrs. Miller’s.

"Miss Davis, as we’re at this point, if you were to beg, I might consider letting you go," Mrs. Miller purred, sauntering back to the sofa, where she picked up her tea and sipped it slowly.

Ella laughed with disdain. "Why should I beg, Mrs. Miller? I’ve done nothing wrong and have not offended you. If anyone should apologize, it would be you."

Mrs. Miller’s expression darkened instantly.

She hadn’t anticipated Ella would stand her ground so resolutely.

"Very well! Excellent!" Mrs. Miller laughed, though her eyes burned with rage.

The tension in the room grew even more palpable. She squinted, taking in Ella, firmly held by the two bodyguards, yet still composed and utterly fearless.

Mrs. Miller couldn’t help but be impressed—here was a remarkable woman. It was a shame, though, that she was her goddaughter’s rival.

Just as Mrs. Miller was about to speak, the villa’s main gate was forcefully broken open by a fiery red Lamborghini that sped in. The iron gate, with its decorative bars, proved no match for the vehicle’s impact and was flung aside.

"An intruder has broken in!" one of the bodyguards shouted. Following the Lamborghini were several police cars, packed with special forces soldiers.

Mrs. Miller’s face turned pale as she watched the flashy red Lamborghini screech to a halt right outside the villa’s entrance. A man in a sharp black suit leapt out. Behind him, the soldiers stormed in, their rifles aimed squarely at Mrs. Miller.

"How dare you! This is my villa! You are trespassing!" Mrs. Miller screamed, unnerved by the sheer firepower directed at her. She had only brought four bodyguards with her to Country S, and now she was wildly outnumbered.

"Mrs. Miller, you’re bold indeed to kidnap my wife!" Eric strode in, his usually handsome face dark with fury, his eyes blazing with a terrifying intensity. Each step he took exuded an aura of pure menace.

Mrs. Miller’s face shifted from red to pale white. "You... I didn’t...!"

With a quick signal, she instructed her bodyguards to release Ella. The two men immediately let go of her and retreated, visibly shaken.

Ella looked at Eric, her expression softening. "I thought you weren’t coming."

Her words almost made Mrs. Miller choke with rage.

Mrs. Miller forced down her fury, realizing that Ella had brilliantly used this situation to her advantage. Eric, it seemed, was in perfect sync with her, arriving in a dramatic show of force to turn the tables.

Mrs. Miller had been certain that, fearing her status, they wouldn’t dare call the authorities.

"Mr. Nelson, I assume? I only invited Mrs. Nelson here for a casual chat. After all, she’s my goddaughter’s sister. I’d never dream of treating her poorly," Mrs. Miller said, laughing lightly as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

Eric raised an icy brow. "Mrs. Miller, enough with the lies. You clearly kidnapped my wife."

Ella stepped beside Eric effortlessly, and Mrs. Miller, feeling cornered, kept her dignified smile plastered on. "Oh no, I was just teasing Mrs. Nelson, testing her bravery a little. Isn’t that right, Mrs. Nelson?"

Ella feigned confusion, looking at Mrs. Miller. "Really? I don’t recall that."

Mrs. Miller clenched her teeth, forcing herself to nod. "Yes, it was all in jest, just a little test of courage."

Eric laughed darkly. He knew Mrs. Miller’s obsessive devotion to Hannah all too well. Such a woman would keep pressuring Ella at every opportunity, and now she was claiming this was a joke?

If he had arrived a moment later, who knew what she might have done to Ella?

This woman relied on her aristocratic background and the respect she commanded as a noble from Country W, where many influential people in Country S felt obligated to show her courtesy. Emboldened by this, she had dared to act so brazenly.

Eric calmly took a gun from his pocket, stepping toward Mrs. Miller.

Her face turned ashen as she stared into the dark barrel of the gun, her heart pounding wildly. For the first time, she felt truly afraid—was he actually going to shoot her?