Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers! Chapter 577: Should I Go Find Him?(Extra Story)

Alexander was utterly terrified. Just as he struggled to scream, a hand clamped tightly over his mouth.

"What the hell are you yelling for, you little punk? You actually dared to go against us, the Everetts?"

A man viciously kicked him in the stomach, landing a hard blow that sent sharp pain shooting through his body. Cold sweat beaded on Alexander’s forehead.

Another man grabbed him by the collar and shoved him into a car. "Move it! Don’t stir up trouble here—too many people around."

The group piled into the vehicle. Alexander’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of the n around him—all wearing dark sunglasses, their expressions grim, even sinister.

These n... were sent by Everett?

Pain and resentnt surged through him. Against such a powerful rival, he felt as insignificant as a grain of sand, completely at the rcy of others...

How pathetic. This was probably how his life would end—just like this.

anwhile, the wrongly accused Everett sat in his office, smoking in silence.

The lights were off, and in the dimness, only the faint glow of his cigarette flickered on and off. Tobias walked in, imdiately hit by the thick, choking sll of smoke.

"Young Master, the Master called. He wants you to listen."

Everett’s expression was icy as he took the phone. The mont he answered, Mr. Langston’s stern voice ca through.

"I’m telling you, our family will never allow an entertainer to marry in. I don’t care who you like—you absolutely cannot fall for a celebrity!"

His voice carried an undeniable authority. Everett let out a cold laugh but said nothing.

Mr. Langston grew impatient. "Everett, I’m serious. Artists and actresses are all the sa. They’ve seen too much of the filthy side of this industry. Your emotional intelligence is so damn low—you’ll be played like a fool!"

"Dad, do you have to put down your own son like that? I play others—no one plays . Besides... that woman was the fir—"

The words stuck in his throat.

Everett clenched his teeth. Aurora was a virgin. Even though it had been his first ti too, he could still feel her raw inexperience and pain.

"Hmph! I don’t care what your excuses are. You need to cut ties with that woman imdiately!"

Mr. Langston sneered. "You’re coming back to Y Country tomorrow. I’ve arranged a marriage eting for you."

Everett coldly hung up the phone.

A marriage eting? Everett’s emotional intelligence might be low, but he sure as hell didn’t need sothing like that.

His disgust toward won stemd from his own mother, who had long passed away. She had been a singer, but a promiscuous one. After giving birth to him, she had never once shown him the warmth of a mother.

His father had been too busy managing the family business, always returning ho late at night.

And his mother? She had secretly slept with the family’s chauffeur and bodyguards, finding solace in illicit affairs that were easier to keep under wraps.

At ten years old, Everett had walked in on his mother in bed with the chauffeur—right in his father’s bedroom. The twisted expressions on their faces, the strange, animalistic sounds—

In that mont, the elegant, beautiful image of his mother completely shattered.

From then on, he had despised won. No matter who they were, he couldn’t help but associate them with that repulsive scene.

His mother later contracted AIDS at thirty-seven. Unable to bear the disease and the judgntal stares of others, she ended her own life.

Now, his father lived comfortably, remarried to a high-society woman who had given birth to his half-sister.

But Everett hated being ho. There was sothing in his stepmother’s gaze—sothing unsettling, sothing that filled him with disgust.

Without a word, he tossed his phone back to Tobias.

Tobias winced internally. That phone was custom-made. If it broke, the repair cost would be sky-high.

"From now on... don’t forward his calls to ."

Everett’s voice was as cold as ice.

Tobias’ face twisted with conflicted emotions. Stuck between the old master and the young master, he was like a trapped pawn—unable to move forward or backward, destined to be crushed.

Still, he lowered his head and quietly obeyed.

Everett had a pounding headache when his phone rang again.

In a fit of frustration, he blocked his father’s number.

On the other end, Mr. Langston was so furious that he slamd his phone onto the ground, cursing his ungrateful son repeatedly.

Everett turned to alcohol to drown his sorrows, all while keeping soone on watch over Aurora. The report ca back—Aurora hadn’t stepped out of her ho for five days.

The only person with her was a woman, who handled grocery shopping and other errands.

It seed this incident had hit her hard.

"Young Master! Sothing’s happened!"

Tobias suddenly rushed back in.

Everett lifted his eyelids lazily. "Quit stamring. Spit it out!"

Tobias hesitated before speaking. "Uh... Miss Aurora’s boyfriend has been kidnapped..."

Everett had also been keeping tabs on Alexander, curious to see how he would react. Yet in the past few days, Alexander hadn’t been by Aurora’s side even once.

That alone told Everett everything—Alexander was struggling with it.

A complex mix of emotions stirred within him, a storm of thoughts he couldn’t quite put into words.

"Kidnapped?" Everett frowned. "Who did it?"

"I’m not sure," Tobias admitted. "That’s why I ca to ask if you want us to look into it..."

In Tobias’ mind, Alexander was his young master’s love rival. If that man disappeared, wouldn’t that clear the way for Everett?

"Look into it. Bring him back."

Tobias stood there, dumbfounded.

Is the Young Master insane? He actually wants to rescue his rival?

"...Understood, I’ll send soone right away."

Even as he left, Tobias felt frustrated. This was the first ti he had ever seen Everett take an interest in a woman, but wasn’t he being too generous?

If Alexander was gone, wouldn’t that work in his favor?

Maybe love really does lower a man’s IQ.

Aurora didn’t find out about Alexander’s disappearance until the next day.

Normally, he would drop by around noon, but that day, he never showed.

Only then did she decide to call him.

Alexander had told her he needed ti, so she hadn’t wanted to push him by calling first.

But the call didn’t go through—his phone was off.

Just as she was about to try again, her phone rang—it was one of Alexander’s coworkers.

"Aurora, is Alexander with you? He hasn’t shown up all morning, and his phone’s been off."

Aurora froze. "No... He left yesterday, and I haven’t seen him since."

His colleague was just as surprised. "In that case, we need to call the police."

Given Aurora’s identity and her entanglent with Everett, the first assumption Alexander’s coworker made was that Everett was behind this.

"Maybe soone didn’t like seeing you two together and decided to do sothing about it."

With that, the colleague hung up.

Aurora’s palms were clammy, her face ashen.

She never imagined Everett would go this far. In his public statent, he had claid he wouldn’t bother her anymore.

And yet... this was the kind of man he really was.

When Courtney heard about the situation, she was deeply worried. "Aurora, what if he forces you to be his mistress in exchange for Alexander’s release?"

Aurora shook her head violently. "No... He wouldn’t do that! Alexander will be fine!"

But despite her words, she was pacing in distress, overwheld by panic and frustration.

Over the course of a week, she had lost a noticeable amount of weight.

Courtney was growing anxious—if this continued, Aurora’s body would give out.

She barely ate, only taking a few bites before losing her appetite. Most of her ti was spent lying in bed, looking utterly drained.

"Aurora, don’t stress yourself out like this," Courtney coaxed gently. "Eat sothing first. Then think carefully—do you want to go find Everett or not?"

Courtney hesitated, her confidence wavering. Wouldn’t this be sending Aurora straight back into the lion’s den?

But was there really any other way?

Aurora was on the verge of tears when another unknown number popped up on her phone screen.

She stiffened, her guard instantly rising.

Courtney quickly urged her, "Pick up! It might be the kidnappers calling!"

Aurora answered, and a man’s arrogant, taunting laughter rang out from the other end.

"Heh... Miss Aurora?"

Her breath hitched. "Y-Yes, I’m Aurora."

A chilling sense of foreboding crept into her heart, making her limbs go ice-cold.

"Your boyfriend is in my hands." The man chuckled darkly. "Everett wants you to co find him. Whether he gets released or not... well, that depends on how you behave."

The call ended abruptly.

Aurora trembled, sniffling as an overwhelming darkness seed to swallow her whole.

Courtney tugged at her sleeve. "Aurora, what did they say?"

Aurora’s voice was shaky, her expression filled with betrayal and despair.

"It was him. It was him all along. That bastard! He wants ... to go to him. To beg him."

Tears stread down her face as she slumped to the ground. "Liar... scumbag! He pretends to be so noble and magnanimous, but in reality, he’s nothing more than a filthy fraud! How could I have believed him?"

Seeing Aurora break down, Courtney quickly comforted her, lowering her voice. "Listen, take your phone with you. Record everything. If he refuses to back off, we’ll expose him—we’ll put the recordings online and clear your na."

Aurora lifted her tear-streaked face, her breath shaky, her reddened eyes filled with hatred and determination.

"You’re right. I need to protect myself. I won’t let him think he can manipulate over and over again."

A decision settled in her heart. If Everett was truly as shaless and despicable as she feared, then she would fight back—without rcy.

She didn’t tell Ella about any of this.

She simply couldn’t bring herself to.

Alexander was in Everett’s hands—at least, that’s what she believed. If Everett got angry, who knew what he might do? Even a so-called noble from Y Country could resort to unspeakable things if provoked.