Divorced and Pregnant My New Life with a Billionaire Drives My Ex Crazy novel Chapter 622

Lightning rods.

With the rain pouring down and the trees soaked through, it felt like a setup for something deadly. Even Wiona was startled by Conrad’s approach. This was real. If something went wrong, someone could actually die.

Still, Wiona trusted him. She’d seen enough to know Conrad always acted with his own code, never crossing the line. So she just stayed close, quietly taking it all in.

Conrad turned, gently pulling Wiona’s shawl tighter around her shoulders.

“Are you cold?” he asked.

Wiona smiled, shaking her head. “I’m fine.”

While the two of them were wrapped up in their own little world, the four men tied to the trees were losing their minds. The moment they saw the lightning rods being set up, panic took over.

“What are you doing?”

“They’re going to call down lightning. They’re going to kill us!”

“No, please, don’t, don’t do this…”

“This isn’t a joke. This is murder. You’re going to get us killed!”

“You’re murderers! Get that thing away from us! Please, take it away!”

“Let us go, please. We don’t deserve to die for this, right?”

“We know we messed up. We’ll never do it again, we swear…”

Conrad ignored every desperate cry. He just nodded at his men, signaling them to clear the area. Human life… that was never a game to him.

The sky pressed lower, clouds piled up so thick it felt like you could reach up and touch them. Thunder rumbled somewhere deep inside those clouds, a low warning that seemed to hang right above their heads.

It felt like a blade suspended overhead, ready to drop at any moment. Or maybe a monster, crouching in the clouds, waiting to pounce and swallow them whole.

The four men looked around wildly. All the Sullivan family bodyguards had pulled back under the roof, out of the storm. In the pouring rain, only the four of them were left, tied to the trees like prisoners waiting for the executioner.

They knew the end was coming, but not when, not how.

A flash of lightning ripped across the sky, lighting up the world for a split second.

All four of them flinched at once.

They could see the long, dark shapes of the Sullivan men standing under the house’s eaves. Their faces were hidden, but it was obvious. These people were waiting, watching, eager to see what would happen next.

Finally, one of the men broke.

He couldn’t hide it. In the pouring rain, he wet himself. His voice shook, half sobbing. “I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die…”

“My grandma’s waiting for me at home…”

“She’s waiting for me to come back…”

The others looked just as pale. “You think we want to die?”

“We all know what happens if we talk!”

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