Wrath

Chapter 49: Wrath 

"You—" 

Elliott barely uttered a single word before Phoebe's sharp retort cut him off. 

"If you love your precious William Rockefeller so much, then go claim him! I don't want him!" 

The moment those words left Phoebe's lips, Charlotte and Daisy froze in shock. No one had expected such an outburst. 

Even Isabella Rockefeller couldn't believe what she was hearing. "You—" she stammered, but no further words came. 

Phoebe, however, was far from finished. "From this moment on," she declared, her voice icy, "I, Phoebe, will not shed a single tear for William Rockefeller. Because I no longer love him. So whoever wants him can have him—though I'd advise you not to trust his sweet lies." 

Her gaze then shifted to Isabella and Elliott. "Isabella Rockefeller, if you still have feelings for Henry Rockefeller, go to him. And don't worry—you two aren't actually siblings." 

"Watch out!" Elliott suddenly warned, shoving Phoebe aside as he drew his sword in a swift motion. A surge of sword energy clashed against his blade. His ability to sense his surroundings had grown remarkably sharp. With a smirk, he taunted, "Who would've thought William Rockefeller of the Rockefeller family would resort to ambushes?" 

"This doesn't concern you, brat," William snapped, his eyes locked on Phoebe. "Explain yourself. What do you mean they're not siblings?" 

Phoebe met his furious gaze with a cold smile. "You pride yourself on your vast knowledge, yet you can't even decipher what I'm saying?" 

"Phoebe," William growled, his voice dangerously low, "don't push me. Come back with me now." 

"No. She's mine. Why should she go with you?" Elliott interjected, his patience worn thin by William's arrogance. At this point, there was no need to hold back. 

Damn it. Someone needs to put this womanizer in his place. The man couldn't even handle his own romantic entanglements, yet he kept toying with women's hearts. Elliott had long despised him. 

William let out a derisive laugh. "She could be your mother, and yet you still want her as your woman?" 

"That's my business, not yours," Elliott shot back. 

"Kill him," William ordered coldly. 

At his command, five figures emerged from the shadows—Miles, Dylan, Jasper, Patrick, and Felix. The moment their weapons were drawn, the onlookers scattered. This was no spectacle for ordinary folk. 

Knowing Elliott was blind, the five deliberately clanged their weapons, masking their positions to confuse him. 

Phoebe watched as Elliott shifted uneasily, his attackers circling him like predators toying with prey. "William Rockefeller is ten paces ahead of you," she called out. 

Without hesitation, Elliott lunged toward William, who barely had time to react before the blade came for him. He stumbled back, but Elliott, attuned to every sound, pursued relentlessly. 

His strikes were simple—thrusts and slashes—but precise. The Nine Swords of Dugu required absolute awareness of the opponent's movements. 

The others, though alarmed for William's safety, knew they had to maintain the noise to disorient Elliott. 

"Charlotte! Daisy!" Jasper barked. "Help our lord! Kill Elliott now!" 

Phoebe's eyes flashed with defiance. "You'll have to go through me first," she challenged, darting forward. 

Charlotte and Daisy exchanged glances before splitting up. Charlotte raised her Asura Blade, locking onto Phoebe.