Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!
Chapter 512: Finally Meeting Him

Chapter 512: Finally Meeting Him

Ella thought for a moment. The weather was too cold, and if she didn’t let him put on clothes, he might freeze to death. So, even if she had to punish him, she’d have to do it in moderation.

After all, he still needed to take her to Elias.

Ella relaxed and let go of the knife.

Mason was too weak to resist, and he let Ella dress him, submitting without a fight.

After he was dressed, Ella smiled brightly, grabbed his hand, and as she reached into his pants pocket, her fingers brushed against a gun.

"So, you brought this thing with you. Well, that’s perfect. I like it!" Ella had practiced shooting with Eric before—though she wasn’t an expert, it still came in handy when it mattered.

She didn’t even need to grab the lamp to hit him over the head—this was already pretty good.

Mason’s face turned grim. "Be careful. Don’t accidentally discharge the gun."

"As long as you behave, I won’t accidentally shoot it," Ella said calmly, securing the handgun, then looped her arm through his and placed his hand, still holding the gun, into his pocket.

"Let’s go."

Ella’s tone was flat, but the cold glint in her eyes made Mason shiver involuntarily.

He had underestimated Ella!

He thought this woman would obey him, because in Mason’s view, sleeping with a man wasn’t a big deal—especially not with someone as handsome as him.

But Ella didn’t comply. Instead, she took a dangerous step, which was no easy feat.

Mason’s legs felt weak, but with Ella supporting him, he managed to stagger along.

"Did you... did you really learn the pressure point technique?" Mason still couldn’t believe it. The ancient Country S pressure point technique was effective, but it wasn’t something a woman could easily learn.

"Stop talking and move!" Ella snapped.

Mason, gasping for breath, could only let Ella help him, step by step, out of the room.

He was filled with regret. If only he had tied Ella to the bed earlier, things would have been so much simpler.

He was too arrogant!

Seeing Mason’s frustrated expression, Ella snorted coldly.

When they reached the stairs, Charlie and Meena, in the living room, both stared wide-eyed as they saw the two of them coming down.

Charlie let out an evil laugh. "J, looks like your body’s failing you, huh? You couldn’t even last a few minutes upstairs? I’m sure Miss Davis hasn’t had her fill yet?"

Ella couldn’t be bothered to respond to this fool. Men like Charlie were bound to get their comeuppance one day.

Once she found Elias and returned to Eric, Charlie would be in for a nasty surprise.

"We’re heading back!" Mason gritted his teeth, his face red with a mix of embarrassment and anger.

"So soon? Why don’t you stay a few more days?" Charlie stood up and patted Mason on the shoulder.

Meena closely followed Charlie, and although Ella had put on her coat, she still exuded charm.

With a cold expression, she said, "Mr. Charlie, Miss Meena, farewell."

Charlie chuckled. "The beauty trap is truly effective, huh? J, didn’t you say no woman could control you?"

Ella nudged Mason’s waist with the gun. He took a step forward, ignoring Charlie as they headed out.

In that moment, she was actually worried.

If Mason, in his desperation, asked Charlie for help, things would get really complicated.

The truth was, Mason did have some intention of going to Elias’s place. If he didn’t want to, he could have refused.

Even if Ella threatened him or forced him, there was nothing she could do. She couldn’t kill him—not when he was the only one who knew Elias’s whereabouts.

And what was Mason’s purpose in bringing her to Elias?

Ella didn’t know, but she understood one thing: once she got to Elias’s side, her situation would become much more dangerous.

Mason took Ella onto the helicopter.

He could’ve just refused to leave.

That way, Ella could only torment him physically, but she wouldn’t be able to kill him.

But Mason was also worried. He didn’t want his perverted uncle to harm Elias—it was something he was reluctant to see.

Though he desperately wanted Ella, and was eager for revenge on Eric, all he really needed was for Ella to be his woman.

If Elias died, Ella would never let him go!

At that moment, Mason thought to himself how ridiculous he was.

He had once feared nothing, not even death, but in front of this woman, he found himself considering so many things.

The two bodyguards got into the car as well. The pilot couldn’t help but wonder why their boss was pale and so weak. Had that woman demanded too much of him?

Such dirty thoughts made the pilot too afraid to look Ella in the eye, her cold, piercing gaze too unsettling.

Once seated, Ella fastened both her and Mason’s seatbelts. The plane roared to life, the deafening noise drowning out the sounds of the crashing waves below.

No one saw them off. Ella sighed with relief—finally, she could leave the island and head to Elias.

Meanwhile, at that very moment,

Little Elias was by the sea, feeding pigeons with Isaac.

He quite liked small animals, and feeding the pigeons had become part of his daily routine.

Isaac smiled as he watched Elias. Over the past few days, the little guy had left a very good impression on him.

A smart child like that was not something he wanted to turn into an experiment.

If something went wrong with the experiment, it would be a lifelong regret.

So, Isaac decided to raise Elias as his own. A clever child like him was a waste not to use.

"Uncle, do you think my mommy will come today? What about my daddy?"

Isaac nodded. "Maybe."

Elias frowned. "Maybe?" What did that mean? Wasn’t mommy and daddy supposed to come here and take him back? Why did Elias have this feeling in his heart?

No... it couldn’t be!

Mommy and daddy loved him so much, there was no way they’d leave him here.

The only possibility was that mommy and daddy didn’t know he was here!

After scattering the millet in his hands, Elias crouched down to catch a pigeon, which immediately cooed loudly.

The small wings flapped in panic, but within seconds, it quieted down.

The sea stretched out in a deep blue, and Elias, facing the wind, stared anxiously at the empty horizon. There had never been a ship on the surface. His heart felt uneasy.

"What are you thinking about, Elias?"

Isaac asked lightly, reaching over to pat the soft hair on his head.

Elias looked up at Isaac with a slightly worried face. "Uncle, are you a bad person?"

Elias had thought about escaping, but this wasn’t land. It was impossible to run away because there were no ships or planes. He couldn’t get out.

The simulated games didn’t help much in reality.

"I’m not a bad person. I’m a good person," Isaac said confidently, almost proudly. "I’m working for the greater good of humanity. If this research succeeds, all normal people will become geniuses. And then... our Country S will develop at an unprecedented speed, while other countries will be left far behind!"

These words sounded so foreign to Elias.

He remained downcast.

"Elias, come with me. I want to show you something," Dr. Scott said with a smile.