The bells on Dania’s wrist shook violently, their shrill sound echoing through the restaurant like the hiss of a serpent. As the ringing grew faster and sharper, Tony’s pupils began to lose focus. His entire body convulsed, and his lips started to move on their own. "Beth… Beth…" he murmured, his voice hollow and weak. Beth pushed herself up from the floor, her vision still swimming, but she could faintly hear Tony calling her name. Just as she tried to move closer, Dania drew a dagger from her waist and lunged at her. Beth reacted fast—she fell backward and barely dodged the strike, but her ankle twisted sharply beneath her. Dania’s eyes gleamed with bloodlust as she raised the dagger again, stepping toward her prey. But when she tried to move, she stumbled—Tony, who had collapsed nearby, was gripping her ankle with desperate strength. "Let go!" Dania hissed, her voice cracking with fury. All she wanted now was to end Beth’s life. She stomped down hard on Tony’s hand. Tony’s face twisted in pain, cold sweat pouring down his forehead, but he refused to release her. "Miles!" Beth gasped, struggling to rise despite the pain shooting up her leg. She looked up just in time to see Tony’s eyes clear for a brief, fleeting moment. "Beth… run…" he shouted, forcing the words out with everything he had left. A flash of rage crossed Dania’s eyes. The sound of the bells became piercing, almost inhuman. Tony groaned, clutching his head, his body wracked with agony—but even then, his fingers clung tightly to her ankle. "Don’t… hurt her…" he managed to choke out. "Useless!" Dania snarled, swinging her hand sharply. Tony’s body went rigid, and he collapsed instantly, motionless. Two bodyguards appeared, lifting his limp form from the floor and carrying him toward the exit. "Put him down!" Beth cried, her voice trembling. She tried to get up, but her injured ankle gave out beneath her. The pain was so sharp it made her dizzy. Dania glared down at her, eyes dark with hatred. "Beth, let’s finish this today."She raised the dagger again, advancing until Beth was cornered with nowhere to run. "Stop!" Sloane’s voice rang out from behind the shattered glass window. Her eyes burned with fury as she glared at Dania. "Move it! We’re out of time!" one of the bodyguards shouted from the car outside. Dania hesitated for half a second, her gaze darting from Beth to the window. Then, with a curse, she turned and ran, leaping into the waiting car. The black sedan roared to life, speeding away with Tony inside. "No! Don’t you dare leave!" Beth tried to stand, dragging herself forward, but her ankle buckled beneath her. She fell hard onto the floor, pain radiating through her leg. All she could do was watch helplessly as the car disappeared into the rain-soaked distance. Her fists pounded the ground in despair. "Beth!" Sloane rushed inside, immediately kneeling to examine her injury. "Your ankle is badly sprained. Don’t move.""Forget me!" Beth cried, gripping Sloane’s arm tightly, tears blurring her vision. "Go after Miles… he was trying to save me…" Sloane quickly pulled out her phone. "Lucas, Tony’s been taken! Dania’s driving a black Mercedes heading west out of the city—the plate ends with 668!" She turned to Beth for confirmation. "Yes… it’s from the Wei family, plate ending in 668," Beth said through clenched teeth. Sloane hung up and pulled a small pouch from her bag. "I’ll treat your ankle first." "No!" Beth grabbed her wrist, shaking her head. "I’m fine—just take me to Miles!" Sloane clasped her trembling hand, her voice calm but firm. "You can’t chase them like this. Lucas has already gone after them and mobilized the Oliver family’s security team. But if you push yourself now, your injury could get much worse." She worked swiftly, pulling out a needle and inserting it into the swollen area around Beth’s ankle with practiced precision. "Hold still—it’ll sting for a moment."