The Heiress They Lost Came Back Overpowered

Yvonne Lowell didn’t want to waste any more words on the woman, so she turned to Warren Lynch.

"Warren, have your men take her to the basement. You can pick which arm and which leg to take out. Once you’re done, send her straight to the Prefecture. But if she can still be fixed, I’ll have your master dock your pay."

"No problem, Miss Lowell! I know the drill. You can count on me!"

Warren Lynch had one of his men haul the heap from the floor, flashing a wide, toothy grin as he answered.

’This was the first time Miss Lowell had given him an order personally. He had to execute it flawlessly!’

Alisa’s face twisted as she screamed at the pair’s retreating backs.

"You bitch! I hope you die a horrible death! You’ll get what’s coming to you, sooner or later— Mmph!"

One of the subordinates quickly clapped a hand over the madwoman’s mouth. ’God, she’s so damn loud. Already a prisoner, and still running that filthy mouth of hers.’

But it was too late. Everyone in the vicinity felt the temperature instantly drop several degrees.

Leo Grant’s arm tightened around Yvonne Lowell’s waist. Without turning back, he ordered,

"Warren Lynch, cut out her tongue and feed it to the dogs."

"Yes, Master."

Warren Lynch agreed without hesitation, the killing intent in his eyes palpable as he looked at Alisa.

’What sort of trash dares to curse our Miss Lowell? Just cutting out her tongue and crippling her limbs would be letting her off easy.’

’She really ought to get a taste of the Shadow Pavilion’s torture chambers.’

’With a mouth that foul, I wonder if the tongue itself is toxic. I’d better wear a few extra layers of gloves later, just so I don’t get contaminated.’

’After all, he was more used to being a yes-man in real life while throwing haymakers online, going feral and destroying everyone in his path with equal opportunity. He had no desire to become as foul-mouthed as her in the real world.’

At this thought, unconcealed disgust crept onto Warren Lynch’s usually simple and honest-looking face.

’Maybe I should start by pouring a couple bottles of rubbing alcohol down her throat to wash her mouth out? Yes, that sounds like a very workable plan! I really am a little genius!’

’Besides, an operation as big as cutting out a tongue requires tools to hold her mouth open. Blades don’t have eyes, so if I were to accidentally knock out, say, 28 to 32 of her teeth, that would be pretty normal, right?’

’As for the arm and leg... I’ll go with the left arm and right leg. My last baton strike must have already shattered the bones in her right wrist, anyway.’

’But that was a direct order from the Master, and it happened before Miss Lowell gave her instructions. It has nothing to do with her, so of course, it doesn’t count.’

’So, the final say on which limbs to cripple still belonged to him—Warren "The Executioner" Lynch—the one entrusted with this solemn task by Miss Lowell!’

’Once the Master and Miss Lowell leave, his word is law!’

Warren Lynch turned to the head of security. "Hey man, can you show us the way to the basement?"

The head of security nodded and waved his subordinates away. "Of course. Please, follow me."

Warren Lynch and a subordinate, who was hauling the woman, followed him through an inconspicuous iron door to the side.

The rest of the staff silently returned to their posts, as if nothing had happened at all.

「Meanwhile」

Yvonne Lowell looked at Leo Grant’s face, which was so dark it looked like it could drip ink. She felt a little helpless; she knew he was the most sensitive to curses like that.

She sighed silently. ’That damn piece of trash. She pisses him off, and now I’m the one who has to cheer him up.’

Waving for the nearby manager to give them some space, she poked his cheek with a fingertip.

"Pavilion Master Grant, you who are so mighty and powerful, would you be so kind as to check if my Prosperity Pavilion has any more filth left in it?"

Leo Grant shot her an amused glance, his expression gradually softening.

"All gone. It’s very clean now. The feng shui here is excellent; the owner will surely live to be a hundred."

"I think so too. And the owner’s wife as well. So... you’re not mad anymore, hmm?"

As she spoke, Yvonne Lowell’s finger poked him again.

A smile crinkled the corners of Leo Grant’s eyes. He leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "Is my darling trying to cheer me up? Your effort seems a little lacking, though."

"I’m not. I didn’t. Stop spreading rumors. If you’re just going to stand here like a statue instead of going upstairs, you might as well stay and be my lucky cat."

Yvonne Lowell irritably pushed his face away and started walking toward the entrance herself.

’Give this old man an inch and he’ll take a mile. Coax him? My ass. Whatever, I’m done. So tired. Let the world burn!’

Leo Grant quickly strode to catch up, taking her hand and lacing their fingers together.

"Even if I am to be a lucky charm, I only have that power when I’m with you, don’t I?"

Just as the two were about to enter, a male voice called out from behind them.

"Yvonne! Brother Leo! Don’t go, we’re here! Wait for us!"

Looking back, they saw a luxury car pulling into the parking lot. The voice had come from the goofball sitting in the passenger seat.

When he saw them looking, he gave them a dopey grin and waved.

Yvonne Lowell’s gaze fell on the familiar, cringe-worthy face, and she couldn’t help the twitch at the corner of her mouth.

"So, Lyle is one of the friends you were meeting today?"

Lyle. The eldest son of Continent R’s Governor, and the very same baby bump that had once been carried onto a battlefield.

Perhaps it was because his prenatal education consisted entirely of gunfire and cannons, but he’d been scared silly ever since.

The man was flighty and erratic, and had always seemed a little dim-witted.

Of course, that was only how he acted in front of people he knew well.

To outsiders, he was a classic "smiling tiger"—the kind of person who would bite you without a sound, and you’d still be happily counting the money he paid you with your dying breath.

’Looks like this damn kid Lyle knew the two of them were together a long time ago. What a piece of work, keeping them both in the dark.’

’Otherwise, he definitely would have come babbling to her about it the first chance he got.’

’Still, it must have been difficult for such a blabbermouth to keep it in for so long.’

"Yes. I didn’t realize at first what a coincidence it was that you knew the Governor’s family," Leo Grant said, a playful smirk on his lips.

’If that cocky, devil-may-care oaf Lyle were to call him ’Uncle’, should he accept right away, or should he play it cool and mock him for a bit before agreeing?’

The car came to a stop, and four men... no, three men and one boy pushed open the doors and got out.

Lyle casually tucked his sunglasses into the front of his shirt and trotted over, opening his arms wide for a hug with Yvonne Lowell.

"Surprise! Yvonne, surprised to see me? Did you expect this?!"

Leo Grant’s face turned thunderous. He stepped in front of Yvonne Lowell, then snatched Ian Lynch and pulled him in front of himself as a shield.

The entire maneuver was so smooth, swift, and natural that Lyle ended up hugging Ian Lynch with all his might.