Chapter 84 A visit to the farm

Chapter 84 A visit to the farm
Chapter 84: A visit to the farm 

Audrey sat alone in her room, the wheelchair positioned close to the wardrobe as if she had planned the distance down to the inch. The room was quiet, too quiet, the kind of quiet that came before something irreversible. She reached out and pulled the wardrobe door open. 

Dresses hung neatly, colors soft and expensive, a careful display of luxury that no longer meant safety. Her fingers moved past silk and lace until they reached the back corner. She pushed the fabric aside and wrapped her hand around cold metal.

The pistol came free easily. She checked its weight, its balance, the familiar feel grounding her. Without hesitation, she lifted the hem of her dress and slid the weapon into the inner holster strapped securely to her thigh. Her movements were calm, practiced, controlled. There was no fear on her face, no trembling hands. Only resolve.

Her phone vibrated on the bedside table.

She picked it up immediately. “Yes?” she said quietly.

A voice came through the line, low and efficient. “It’s been done. Successful.” 

Audrey closed her eyes briefly. A slow smile spread across her lips. “Okay,” she replied. “Good.”

She ended the call without another word. No questions. No follow-ups. Whatever had been set in motion was already beyond recall. She placed the phone back on the table, adjusted her dress carefully to conceal the weapon, and wheeled herself toward the door. The chair rolled smoothly across the floor, the soft sound of rubber against marble echoing faintly in the room.

She opened the door and moved into the hallway where Lorrine was already waiting.

“We’re going to the farm,” Audrey said.

Lorrine hesitated. “Should I inform Mr. Tennessee?”

Audrey didn’t look at her. “No. I don’t want to see him.” 

Lorrine studied her face for a moment, then nodded. “Okay, ma’am.”

They moved together down the corridor, Audrey leading, Lorrine walking close behind, alert and silent. 



Thomas paced near the old shed, his boots sinking slightly into the soil as he moved back and forth. His jaw was tight, his eyes restless, scanning the open land as if expecting something to rise out of it. The farm had been loud earlier with workers and machines, but now it felt strangely hollow.

He stopped when he heard running footsteps.

Scar Face burst into view, breathing hard, sweat streaking his face, his chest heaving like he had sprinted the entire way. He bent forward, hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Thomas snapped. “You look like you saw a ghost. And what are you doing here?” 

Scar Face straightened slowly, his eyes wild. “The graveyard,” he said between breaths. “It was robbed.”

Thomas froze. “What?”

“The graveyard,” Scar Face repeated, panic creeping into his voice. “Last night. A group came in and cleaned it out. Every stash. Every vault. All of it…our money, gold…everything!” 

Thomas’s face drained of color. “That’s not funny.”

“I’m not joking, Monkey,” Scar Face said sharply. “They took everything. Cash. Gold. Foreign notes. It’s gone.”

Thomas grabbed him by the collar. “How?”

Scar Face shoved his hand away. “I don’t know. That’s the problem.”

“That place is hiding in plain sight,” Thomas said, his voice dropping. “No one knew we hid treasures there, only us.”

Scar Face nodded frantically. “Exactly. Only us.”

Thomas stepped back slowly, running a hand through his hair. “Billions,” he muttered. “You’re telling me billions just vanished overnight?”

Scar Face swallowed. “Yes.”

“Who else knew?” Thomas demanded.

“No one,” Scar Face said. “No one alive is supposed to know.”

Thomas’s eyes narrowed. “Then how did they find it?”

Scar Face shook his head. “I’ve been asking myself the same thing.”

They stood there, the weight of the loss settling heavily between them. The farm no longer felt quiet. It felt watched.

Scar Face spoke again, his voice lower now. “This…this is crazy and I am confused.”

Before Thomas could respond, something caught his eye. Movement. Not workers. Not guards. He looked up, his breath hitching.

From the path leading into the farm, Audrey appeared in her wheelchair, rolling forward steadily. Lorrine walked beside her, hands light on the handles, guiding her toward them.

Thomas’s heart dropped into his stomach.

Scar Face followed his gaze. His body stiffened. “What is she doing here?”

Thomas didn’t answer. His eyes locked on Audrey as she approached, her posture straight, her expression unreadable.

As the distance closed between them, the air seemed to tighten, the farm holding its breath.

“First time since she lost her legs that she’s coming to the farm.” Thomas said. “Why? Is she that passionate about a farm?” 

“Monkey,” Scar Face said. “That girl knows more than she shows.” 

Audrey was already in front of them, staring. 

“Lorrine, leave us alone.” Audrey said. “You can come back in thirty minutes.” 

Lorrine shook her head. “No, Mr. Tennessee…”

Audrey pulled out a belt and wiped Lorrine round her neck. Lorrine screamed in pain, touching her neck. The marks were visible and red. 

“Get the hell out of here!” Audrey yelled and that got Lorrine running off. 

Audrey moved her gaze from Thomas to Scar Face. 

“Monkey and Uncle Scar…” Audrey said, with a grin on her face.