The Second Act Revenge (Oneida and Jackson) novel Chapter 295

Chapter 295 

The sound of footsteps, loud and well–coordinated, echoed through the hall. 

Suddenly, a deafening gunshot shattered the air, grabbing everyone’s attention and freezing the men in black in their tracks. 

Hearing the commotion, Jonas, his consciousness slowly returning, clenched his fingers, feeling a surge of excitement. 

He knew his reinforcements had arrived! 

At that moment, a thick cloud of white smoke filled the hall, obscuring everyone’s vision. 

Several tall men emerged from the smoke, engaging the men in black in fierce combat. 

The two groups clashed violently, locked in an intense struggle. 

“Mr. Jonas Bane, we’re late.” A man in a black jacket hurried to Jonas’s side, his expression worried. “Are you alright?” 

Jonas replied grumpily, Do I look alright to you?” 

The man apologized quickly, then helped Jonas to his feet. 

However, Jonas’s legs were bleeding, making it impossible for him to walk. 

One man had to carry Jonas, while another helped Claude up. 

Wendy was also being prepared for escape by Jonas’s men. 

But just then, a figure burst through the smoke, running straight towards them. 

It was Oneida. 

The smoke temporarily blinded everyone else, but Oneida was accustomed to such harsh conditions. 

She could clearly make out their movements despite the thick haze. 

Claude and Jonas wanted to escape, but she wouldn’t let that happen. 

“Where are you going?” Oneida moved swiftly, her gaze cold as she confronted them. 

Jonas frowned deeply upon seeing Oneida appear all of a sudden 

Through the smoke, he could recognize her silhouette. 

“You’d better get out of the way!” He snarled, his narrow eyes filled with anger. 

Oneida stared coldly at the man who had once saved her life, but who was also evil at the same time. 

Jonas had always been a figure of contradiction for her. 

Regardless of whether he had saved her or not, choosing to side with Jackson meant Jonas was now her enemy. 

And she would treat Jonas as such. 

“Jonas, you think you can escape before this is over?” Oneida’s voice was icy, her eyes narrowing into a sharp slit. 

Jonas pressed his thin lips together, ignoring her. Instead, he parted the shoulder of the man beside him and said coldly, “Alex, handle this.” 

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The man in the black jacket, Alex, who was holding Jonas, was Jonas’s most loyal, capable, and secretive subordinate, his last 

ace in the hole. 

Alex would only appear in the most critical situations. 

Today was a life–or–death moment for Jonas, which is why Alex was here at the Bane manor. 

Upon Jonas’s command, Alex nodded respectfully. 

He handed the injured Jonas to another comrade and swiftly lunged at Oneida. 

Alex had no intention of holding back, his fists flying toward Oneida with lethal force. 

Oneida’s eyes narrowed, and she dodged the attack with the speed of a whirlwind. 

Both skilled fighters maneuvered through the dense smoke, each locating the other with ease. 

When his first strike missed, Alex launched a second attack. 

He aimed a powerful kick straight at Oneida’s vital point. 

Oneida quickly raised her leg, blocking Alex’s attack. 

The two of them immediately engaged in a fierce battle, neither able to gain the upper hand. 

“Get them out of here!” Alex ordered while fighting Oneida. 

The others nodded and began to escort Jonas and the rest toward the door. 

Oneida noticed this and, in a flash, evaded Alex and darted in front of Jonas. 

Grabbing Jonas’s wrist, she declared, “Jonas, you’re not going anywhere with all your sins!” 

Jonas glared at her, his voice weak but filled with malice. “Oneida, if you know what’s good for you, you’d better back off.” 

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he added suddenly. 

‘He doesn’t want to hurt me?‘ Oneida thought. 

She paused, her movements stopping in mid–air. 

During her time in the basement, aside from that one electric shock, Jonas hadn’t really harmed her. 

Even the whip had missed her. 

Why was he like this? 

He had changed, yet he still showed her a semblance of mercy like he did years ago. 

Oneida’s eyes reflected her internal conflict. 

“No, I can’t afford to be soft–hearted,” she muttered to herself. 

“Jonas, after all the wrongs you’ve committed, you should face the consequences. Using such underhanded methods to escape is hardly honorable,” Oneida said, her grip tightening on his wrist. 

Oneida’s hand was still shackling Jonas’s wrist. 

She pulled out a chain from her pocket, something she had picked up in the hall earlier, which came just in handy. She 

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