Sorry My Step-Uncle, I'm Not Your Backup Plan novel Chapter 63

Asher raced after Gabriella but was blocked by a man who appeared from nowhere.

The man collided with Asher head-on, spilling red wine across his bespoke suit.

Asher paid no attention to his ruined clothes, his focus entirely on reaching Gabriella as panic gripped him.

The man, however, deliberately remained in his path, offering exaggerated apologies. "Terribly sorry, Mr. Blackwood. Complete accident. Shall I have your suit professionally cleaned?"

"It's fine," Asher attempted to sidestep him.

The man mirrored his movement perfectly. "Mr. Blackwood, I do apologize. I hope you won't hold this against me."

Asher's patience evaporated. "Get out of my way!" he snapped.

The man touched his nose awkwardly and finally stepped aside.

When Asher reached the lift, he watched the numbers changing rapidly on the display, his heart plummeting. The elevator had already reached the ninth floor.

Even if he took the adjacent lift immediately, he'd be too late.

Suddenly, he spun around—the stranger had completely vanished.

Asher's expression hardened with realization. That man had delayed him deliberately.

Meanwhile, outside a side entrance to the estate, a nondescript black Audi sat parked in a secluded corner.

The man who had blocked Asher slid into the driver's seat. "It's done, Miss Bennett."

Grace reclined in the back seat with her eyes closed. "Drive."

The driver glanced at her through the rearview mirror. "Aren't we waiting for Miss Miller?"

Grace gave a contemptuous laugh. "If we waited for that fool, none of us would escape today."

Gabriella burst onto the rooftop immediately after exiting the lift.

Opening the heavy metal door, she spotted Lucy at once.

The child was bound to a chair positioned perilously close to the edge of the roof.

Her mouth was sealed with tape, her hands and feet tied with rope.

The masked figure still held a knife to Lucy's throat.

Unable to cry out, Lucy could only stare at Gabriella with tears streaming down her face, looking utterly terrified.

Gabriella's heart constricted seeing her sister in such a state.

She was just an innocent child.

Only hours ago, Lucy had been playfully clinging to her—how had she ended up in mortal danger so quickly?

Steadying herself, Gabriella addressed the kidnapper: "Let my sister go. I'll do whatever you want."

"Come here. Trade places with her." Without the voice distorter, the masked figure spoke in their natural voice.

It was a woman—a stranger.

"All right," Gabriella agreed without hesitation.

She began walking toward them.

When she was approximately two meters away—

"Gabriella! Stop!" Asher's voice rang out behind her.

Gabriella froze and turned.

Asher rushed to her side and pulled her protectively into his arms, his voice uncharacteristically unsteady. "Don't. It's too dangerous."

Watching this scene unfold, Vanessa broke down, her heart constricting painfully.

She laughed bitterly, her eyes filled with raw anguish. "How bloody touching."

"Asher, you don't care if I live or die, yet you'd do anything for her." Vanessa removed her mask.

Her tears gave way to laughter, bordering on hysteria. "BrilGabbynt! Absolutely brilGabbynt!"

"Why does she get your love? Why her?" Vanessa's eyes flashed with murderous intent as she suddenly lunged toward Gabriella, thrusting her knife forward with deadly force.