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Chapter 339 Flames of Retribution

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“The Shields,” he muttered, his eyes filled with a fierce, simmering rage. “I won’t let a single one of them off the hook.”

A fierce pain ripped through his chest and his eyes reddened with fury.

Three minutes later.

Spencer stood at the front gates of the Shield Residence with a black backpack on his shoulders and a pair of boxing gloves in

hand

His dark eyes reflected the flames consuming the Shields mansion.

“What the hell? What’s happening here? Our house is on fire! Quick… call 911, we need help!”

In the middle of the night, Christina leaped out of bed, throwing on her nightgown as she bolted out of the villa.

Freda, who

was equally alarmed, supported her as they both stumbled away from the blaze in shock.

Suzanna had been sleeping in her personal treatment room, which was located outside the main residence.

She was sound asleep when the commotion in the Shields household woke her.

She stared in disbelief at the sight of the Shield Residence engulfed in flames.

Gary burst out of the villa in his pajamas, watching the uncontrollable fire with a mixture of astonishment and dark

amusement.

Suddenly, he burst out laughing. “Hahahaha! It’s karma–this is what they deserve!”

“Wait… where’s Cam?” he suddenly asked.

The household guards and servants exchanged startled glances upon hearing that.

Despite the fire spreading rapidly, every member of the Shields family with functional limbs had managed to escape swiftly.

All of them forgot that there was one who couldn’t run.

“Quick! Go save Mr. Cameron!” one of them shouted.

“Mr. Cameron can’t walk! He’s probably still inside–someone go help him! Hurry!”

Chapter 340 A Different Melody

Chistina was freezing in her nightgown outside the blazing Shield Residence.

The November air cut like icy needles, seeping through her bones as the midnight chill froze her to the core.

The Shields Residence was always kept at a perfect, cozy temperature, with central heating throughout the cold months.

But now, standing outside in only her thin nightclothes, Chistina felt the full bite of the winter night as shouts filled the air around her.

“What … what? Cam is still in the house?

“Someone, go rescue him! He can’t get out on his own. Isn’t there always someone stationed outside his room at night? Why wasn’t he brought out?

“Theodore! You’re supposed to be watching over Cam. Why weren’t you there? Go and get him now!”

In the face of Christina’s wrath, Theodore, who was going to rescue Cameron, defended himself, “Mrs. Shield, Mr. Cameron requested to be left alone after his argument with Mr. Gary tonight. He specifically told everyone not to approach his room.

“Im going to rescue him now!”

As Cameron’s personal assistant and his right–hand man, Theodore was now downstairs, while Cameron remained in his upstairs room with only his wheelchair as a means of escape.

In this situation, anyone would be worried that Cameron might not make it out of the blaze in time.

“Cary…

Just then, Christina’s gaze shifted, and her eyes landed on Gary, who was standing in nothing but his boxers.

He was watching the blaze with a mad, twisted smile on his face.

Her expression turned mournful, a flicker of sorrow flashing in her eyes.

A flicker of sorrow flashed in Christina’s eyes.

Clearly, the fire had shaken Gary badly–perhaps more than she’d realized.

When this is over, she would need to find a way to get him to see a therapist.

Hearing his mother’s frantic words, Cameron’s reckless smile vanished, and he grabbed Theodore with a rare seriousness.

“Cam is still upstairs?”

He had mocked the Shields, claiming their downfall was overdue.

However, Cam was his own family. He couldn’t let things end like this.

Theodore nodded, and before he could react further, Cary grabbed a coat, doused it in water, and threw it over his head, charging straight into the fire.