Chapter 73 Roulette
Ella Reece’s white Rolls-Royce Boat Tail glided smoothly through the towering wrought-iron gates of her estate, the car’s pristine, handcrafted design gleaming under the soft glow of the mansion’s driveway lights. The custom-built vehicle, worth millions, was a statement of wealth, power, and exclusivity—an automobile fit for someone of her stature. The engine purred softly, barely making a sound as she maneuvered past the entrance, but just as she cleared the gates, she pressed the brakes, bringing the car to a stop.
The sudden pause made the guards exchange confused glances. Ella rarely ever stopped here. If she had anything to say, she usually did so through her driver or a passing word before disappearing into her estate. So, for her to step out personally meant something was up. One of the senior guards hesitated for a moment before approaching, his steps careful.
The car door opened gracefully, and Ella stepped out, exuding her usual aura of powerful elegance.
Dressed in a perfectly tailored navy-blue pantsuit, she looked nothing short of commanding. The blazer was sharp and structured, hugging her waist in a way that emphasized her natural curves while still maintaining an air of professionalism. A silky white blouse lay beneath, the top two buttons undone just enough to hint at her collarbone without being inappropriate. The trousers were sleek and fitted, tapering down to her polished black Louboutin stilettos, the red soles flashing briefly as she stepped onto the pavement. Around her wrist sat a platinum Rolex, minimalist yet absurdly expensive, and her earlobes were adorned with subtle but luxurious diamond studs. Her chestnut-brown hair was styled into a sleek low bun, not a single strand out of place, emphasizing her sharp cheekbones and piercing emerald-green eyes that locked onto the approaching guard.
She didn’t waste time with pleasantries. "Did Liam come?" Her voice was calm but carried an underlying sharpness, as if she already suspected something was wrong.
The guard, standing at full attention, quickly responded, "No, ma’am, there has been no sign of him."
Ella nodded, lifting her wrist slightly to check the time on her watch—8:30 PM. A quiet breath of relief left her lips. Good. She had been worried she might have delayed him, but it seemed he hadn’t arrived yet.
Just as she turned to get back into the car, the same guard hesitated before speaking again. "Ma’am, what kind of car does Mr. Liam drive? It would help us identify him when he arrives."
Ella’s expression darkened instantly. Her sharp brows furrowed, and she turned her gaze back toward the man, eyes filled with icy irritation.
"He’s not driving any car," she said coldly. "I already told you this before I left."
The guard’s face stiffened, and for a brief second, she caught his mask slipping—a flicker of shock and realization flashed across his features before he quickly forced it back into a neutral smile. But she saw it.