Chapter 92: Your former fiancée

Miller finished his work at the company and headed straight to the helipad on Andrew’s instructions.

"Have they arrived yet?" he asked as he stepped out of his car, removing his goggles before walking over to Jeremy.

"Not yet. They should be here in about thirty minutes," Jeremy replied, checking the time on his watch.

Before Miller could respond, the distant thrum of helicopter blades caught their attention. Both men looked up at the sky as the sound grew louder, signaling the helicopter’s approach.

Within a few minutes, the helicopter descended onto the helipad and landed. Chief Sentinel Christian Parker stepped out first, followed by two junior officers who escorted Sam out of the aircraft.

Christian approached Miller and Jeremy, greeting them with a firm handshake.

"Sam was planning to leave the country this evening. Fortunately, we managed to apprehend him before he could escape," Christian informed them.

"Thank you for bringing him here safely," Jeremy replied before gesturing toward the waiting car. "Take him to that vehicle."

Sam’s head was covered with a black cloth, concealing his identity from anyone who might see him. His hands were secured in silver restraints, and the two officers held him firmly as they guided him toward the car.

Miller drove his own car ahead while Jeremy remained in the second car where Sam. Finally, they were in the estate.

Sam was taken to the mansion, where Andrew and Caroline were waiting for his arrival.

"Argh!" Sam groaned as one of the officers shoved him forward. His already weakened body throbbed with pain when his knees struck the marble floor. The officer pulled the black cloth from his head, finally allowing him to see his surroundings.

His gaze fell on Andrew, then shifted to Caroline. The sudden brightness made him squeeze his eyes shut for a moment before he slowly opened them again.

Andrew rose from his seat, his expression cold as he looked down at the man kneeling before him.

"Who do you work for?" he demanded. "And who did you inform that day to help Victor escape?" His voice hardened with each question. "You know the punishment for treason, don’t you? Death would be the least of your concerns if you make me lose my patience."

"Please forgive me, Your Highness," Sam pleaded, his voice trembling. "I—I lost my head. But believe me, that was never my intention."

"Did I ask you to explain yourself?" Andrew interrupted, his tone turning colder. "Answer my questions. Whom did you call that day? Who was the person you informed about my arrival at the palace with my wife?"

Andrew stepped closer, keeping his gaze fixed on Sam. When the man remained silent, Andrew seized him by the neck and tightened his grip, forcing him to look up.

"Why can’t you bring yourself to tell me the name? Don’t you value your life?" he demanded, glaring directly into Sam’s eyes.

Before Sam could respond, Ilias entered the living room, clearly unprepared for the scene unfolding before him. He glanced at the man kneeling on the marble floor before walking toward the sofa.

Caroline rose to her feet, her expression tense as Andrew’s patience finally ran out.

"Skin him alive," Andrew ordered, shoving Sam away from him with a look of utter disdain. He had no intention of showing mercy to someone who had betrayed his trust and helped Victor escape.

"Your Highness, it was your former fiancée," Sam finally confessed, his voice trembling. "Please, don’t punish me. I—I only passed along the information she asked me to share. I didn’t do anything beyond that."

"How do you even know Jessica?" Ilias asked, a deep frown settling on his forehead. The revelation had caught his attention, and he wanted to understand how she was connected to a bodyguard who had access to Andrew’s movements.

"She—she’s my cousin," Sam answered hastily, seeming eager to cooperate now that he had revealed Jessica’s involvement.

Caroline stepped closer to Andrew, her attention fixed on Sam. "And what about Emmett? Did Jessica instruct you to keep track of his departure as well?"

"Yes," Sam admitted, lowering his head.

"So you reported his movements to her, too," Caroline remarked, piecing together the information.

"Yes," Sam replied reluctantly.

"Lock him in the dungeon!" Andrew ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument.

"No! Please, Your Highness, give me another chance!" Sam shook his head frantically, struggling against the officers who seized him. "I’ve told you everything I know. Please, have mercy on me!"

His desperate pleas fell on deaf ears. The officers dragged him out of the living room with Jeremy leading their way, ignoring his protests as they took him away.

Andrew pulled out his phone and dialed a number. The moment the call connected, he issued his next order.

"Arrest Jessica and every member of her family. Bring them in for questioning, and make sure none of them gets the chance to escape. If anyone asks, then send them to me for the answers. I bear the whole responsibility."

"You should inform at the palace too. Our parents," Ilias advised him. "Do you want me to call Alarick and explain the situation to him?"

"Sure. That would be better," Andrew replied, his voice still carrying the anger he struggled to contain.

Ilias excused himself and left the living room, leaving Andrew and Caroline alone. Although Andrew had managed to control his temper in front of the others, the betrayal had only fueled his fury.

"How could Jessica do this to Emmett?" Caroline murmured, her brows drawing together in distress. The thought of someone deliberately harming an innocent man and his family troubled her deeply. Emmett had already lost so much, and the possibility that Jessica had played a part in his suffering made her feel sick.

"That’s the kind of woman she is," Andrew stated coldly. His eyes hardened as he thought about his former fiancée. "She won’t live to regret this." He held Caroline’s hands and continued, "No one in her family live because she helped that bastard escape."