The Heiress Ordered The Wounded Maid To Be Thrown Out Like Trash — Until The Mafia Boss Dropped To One Knee In The Blood

Victoria stepped gingerly over the debris, her designer coat immaculate, though her mascara was smudged in a hurried attempt to look distressed.

"Julian! Oh, thank God you killed them all!" Victoria cried out, rushing forward with outstretched hands. "It was terrifying! I tried to grab Theo, but that lunatic maid pushed me down and dragged him into the open to use him as a human shield!"

The room went utterly still. Julian’s bodyguards exchanged dark, uncomfortable glances.

Nora didn't flinch. She slowly climbed to her feet, supporting Theo with her uninjured arm as the boy clung fiercely to her waist. Her white apron was soaked crimson, her dark hair tangled with dust and glass, but her posture was as unyielding as iron.

"You left him," Nora said, her voice quiet, cutting through the vast foyer like a razor blade.

"How dare you speak to me, you thieving gutter rat!" Victoria snarled, stepping closer, her eyes flashing with pure venom. "Julian, she collaborated with the Morettis! She opened the security gate! Look at her—she staged this whole hero routine so you wouldn't execute her for stealing your mother's locket! Have Marcus put a bullet in her head right now!"

Julian rose to his feet. He turned toward Victoria, his towering six-foot-two frame casting a dark, suffocating shadow over the socialite.

"Marcus is already dead, Victoria," Julian said softly.

Victoria’s jaw dropped. "What?"

"He tried to slip out through the underground tunnels with two million dollars in offshore bearer bonds five minutes after the shooting started," Julian continued, his voice terrifyingly calm. "My men intercepted him. And before he took his last breath, he handed over his phone."

Julian pulled out an evidence bag containing Marcus’s shattered smartphone.

"Do you want me to play the recording from twenty minutes before the breach, Victoria? The one where you gave the Morettis the override frequency for the blast shutters?"

Victoria stumbled backward, the color draining from her face until she was as white as a corpse. "Julian... no, it's a lie... they threatened my family—"

"No," a small voice interrupted.

Theo let go of Nora’s apron just long enough to step forward, his jaw trembling with courage. "She locked me in the pantry yesterday. She said when I was dead, Daddy would buy her a penthouse in Paris."